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(I lit a cigarette for Jane. A note about the bedsore suggestions given by our nurse, Peggy J: Last Wednesday afternoon during her regular visit Peggy told us she’d talked to her boss, Roe—also a nurse—and that Friday Roe would meet her here to look at Jane’s bedsores. Peggy talked about being relieved of the “responsibility” for the bedsores, which obviously worried her. I’d told Jane to use suggestion so that she wouldn’t be bothered by whatever Roe might say, but suspected that Roe would want Dr. Kardon to examine the bedsores, and probably this would lead to a demand that Jane would go back into the hospital. [I didn’t tell Jane the hospital part of my suspicions, though.]

Your growing joint understanding came to your aid. It would be of some benefit at least to be a little less intimidating, always using the hospital’s precise designation for bedsores (decubiti), the term, used as it is, simply impresses upon you the greater strength of medical theory.

The returning motion and energy that is released will automatically take care of the condition—and watch yourselves with your nurse’s mention of the bedsore episodes. On occasion it will be helpful to lift or heighten the chair’s height as Ruburt changes, so think of small varieties of that nature—a different pillow for part of the day, for example, or whatever.

(On her regular Friday-afternoon visit, Peggy and Jane and I waited for Roe, who was scheduled to visit—but Roe, mysteriously, never showed up. Could she have picked up some sort of message from Jane and me? We don’t know. When Peggy came on Monday afternoon. Roe didn’t show up either, and Peggy didn’t mention it, nor did Peggy dwell on Jane’s bedsores. In some strange way it was as if the whole episode, with its obviously negative implications, never had even been mentioned. I didn’t ask Seth to comment, but should have.

[...] She told me that she’d had to counter negative suggestions given to her in hydro this morning by both Lottie and Georgia, relative to new bedsores breaking out beside the sits of old ones—in other words, she was always to have bedsores. [...]

Ruburt’s bedsores can improve, and will indeed do so. [...] It is almost as if the bedsores are being paid tribute. [...]

The body’s energy has been largely into the healing of the bedsores, and into inner activity —the loosening of muscles and joints and ligaments. The healing of the bedsores, of course, will make motion ever so much easier. [...]

The remaining bedsores will be healing themselves at an even quicker rate, since he is now assimilating protein so much better than he used to. [...]

[...] Jeff was in to check Jane’s bedsores after she got back from hydro. [...]

(4:21 p.m. Jane told me that yesterday Mary Jean, who had changed her dressings, had remarked upon how well the remaining bedsores are healing.

(Jeff Karder had been in to see Jane this morning, and had seemed pleased enough as he examined her bedsores, and so forth. [...]

Remind Ruburt that the difficulty now connected with his bedsore is temporary. [...]

(Last night Jane was extremely uncomfortable lying on her back; the bedsore on her left hip bothered her endlessly, she said. [...]

Much of that energy had been used to heal his bedsores, to keep his condition stable, and then to begin renewal of excellent health. [...]

[...] “How can you be more uncomfortable now, when the bedsores are healing, than you used to be?” I asked some time ago. [...]

[...] In the healing of the bedsores on the left elbow, and the obvious progress made on the left shoulder. [...]

[...] Jane also described to me how she negated some poor suggestions a couple of the people who take care of her had made this morning, concerning a couple of her bedsores. [...]

[...] The treatment is very relaxing, very beneficial, especially for bedsores.

Two small bedsores have healed—another mark of progress. [...]

[...] The body can heal the leg as easily as it can heal the eyes, and as easily as it can heal the bedsores.

[...] Her ass and buttocks and lower spine are a disaster area as far as bedsores go—much worse than previously, and, I told her, they must represent an exact replica of her inner state. [...]

[...] She spent 31 days there, being treated for a severely underactive thyroid gland (hypothyroidism), protruding eyes and double vision, an almost total hearing loss, a slight anemia, and budding bedsores, or decubitus ulcers. [...]

I should note, by the way, that her bedsores weren’t infected when she went into the hospital, but were less than a week later. [...]

[...] And Mary Ann, who changed Jane’s dressings in room 330, said the bedsores look much better in their healing. [...]