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(At 4:25 Phyllis cleaned Jane’s ears at her request—and with the swab drew out of my wife’s left ear the drainage tube that she’d had inserted almost two years ago. It had worked itself loose. Phyllis said that probably the eardrum is healed. Then when she changed the patch on Jane’s nose, that protects against the hard bridge of her glasses, Phyllis discovered that the irritated and sore nose had healed itself under the patch, unknown to all, since the patch has been there a long while. She put on a new one, though, to protect the tender bridge of the nose while it heals even more. Jane wears her glasses many hours a day, though she still takes them off when she sleeps, she said.

(Phyllis took care of Jane this morning. She hadn’t examined my wife for some little while, and so was quite surprised at the progress. She told Jane that all the kids on the floor really admire her for the way she “withstood all that pain and agony.” Then added, “Those antibiotics must have done you a lot of good.” Jane laughed and said, “Phyllis I haven’t had any antibiotics for months. I just told myself I’d get well.”

(“Really?” Phyllis asked. “Well, maybe....” I’m paraphrasing, of course. But the incident made me think that it’s a pity nursing students aren’t taught valid facts of life, instead of the medical dogmas that often prolong illness. And Jane likes Phyllis—she’s a good nurse, my wife said. But how nice if they were taught that the unimpeded body is only too willing to heal itself.

(Phyllis, the nurse, hadn’t taken care of Jane lately. [...] Jane said Phyllis volunteered the comments without being asked. Indeed, I saw that Phyllis had put much smaller patches on the ulcer on Jane’s knee, her elbow, and so forth. [...]

[...] Phyllis emptied the Foley, and I applied the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. [...]