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(“The only other thing I can think of is the thyroid, that it’s still below par,” Jane said. I agreed that had something to do with it, but also felt other, psychological factors were involved. Mr. Wrigley, the physician’s assistant who had called a couple of weeks ago, also visited today to check upon Jane’s decubiti [which are doing well, by the way], so he was here when Peggy arrived. The four of us talked in the bedroom. Mr. Wrigley said that the ulcer on Jane’s coccyx was filling in with “grainy” flesh, which means it’s on the mend also, if slowly. But the entire afternoon had been an active, tiring one for Jane.

(At my request Mr. Wrigley is going to ask Jane’s doctor, Marsha Kardon, if the blood test she’s due for May 3 can’t be run here at the house instead. This would save a trip to St. Joseph’s Hospital next Monday, and perhaps speed things up a bit, for I felt that Jane could now use a boost in thyroid activity through a stronger dose of supplement, Synthroid. Mr. Wrigley is to call this morning—Thursday—as I type this material, although I don’t hold out too much hope that things will work out that easily. He said Dr. Kardon herself could take the blood from Jane; and she has promised to visit us here.

The upsetting alterations of consciousness occur mainly when Ruburt’s energies are being utilized elsewhere. On physical levels is then when he becomes most aware of the lack of his usual energy, or of available needed resources, which are so connected with thyroid activity.

After a fairly large meal (like we had tonight), for example, digestion begins. His available energy is therefore directed to that activity, and with the thyroid still in a defective state, he feels then unaroused, lapses, and largely by such means (long pause) holds the energy that he has left. I hope I have put that clearly.

(A case in point: When he visited today, Mr. Wrigley said Jane should wear support stockings or bandages around her feet and legs in the daytime, to help reduce the swelling in her feet and ankles. Otherwise, he said, ulcers could develop there also. This frightened Jane, but she didn’t tell me until some hours later. Her feet are somewhat swollen—edema—but look much better than they did last year, say, and their color is normal. She does wear my elasticized winter stockings, which offer some such protective support. These kinds of dilemmas are what bother us about the medical establishment: We don’t know whether to completely ignore such advice, or to heed it and thus accept medicine’s prognosis. I do personally credit the body with having terrific healing powers—especially if, as I said to Jane recently, the body is left alone to repair itself. But obviously, this leaving alone is often very difficult to achieve in that fashion. It may even be, I’ve often thought, that one cannot really leave the body alone, nor be meant to—for the physical body would be a portion of the reality each individual creates, and so is bound to be intimately involved with individual fears, desires, intents, successes, etc.)

He does respond to stimuli rather well. So brief conversations with you on that subject, or on your work in general, or on any subject whatsoever, will automatically quicken his mood and responses. He has of course improved, and in general strength, since returning home—but in the hospital nothing was demanded or expected of him.

(Long pause at 7:44.) Now, he more or less thinks that he must and should return to “work” immediately, where instead a more relaxed attitude would allow his natural feelings, his love of ideas and his interest in our work to naturally show their results again, with the most natural balance of recuperation. That is, a rhythm would be found, and so it shall as the pressure is off.

(Pause.) He can use also stimuli from you of suggestion and so forth, when momentarily he feels, at least, unable to rouse himself on his own behalf. That is, your invitation, your offer (long pause), is more important than, say, any implied or spoken accusation that implied he should (underlined) work or whatever at any given time.

(I’ll have to admit that when Seth was speaking I wasn’t sure whether he was contradicting himself or not—first talking about my accusing Jane, then commending me....

(7:59 PM. Jane leaned back in her chair, coming out of trance even though her eyes were closed. “Very good,” I said, pleased. “I can’t believe it: he offered to come back after a break. Do you remember that?”

(I’d planned to mow grass for a few minutes after the session—it was dusk by now—but I had to wait. So did Jane: “Now that he said that. I’ll have to wait....” I lit a cigarette for her. I told her the session had lasted for 27 minutes, which pleased her, “since I didn’t think I could get two words out of me to begin with.” But I’d known she could do it.