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(Today, December 10, the day was warmer—35—but rainy and sort of gloomy. Jane was okay. 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. Jane most forcefully told the kids that she wouldn’t, and that she didn’t want such suggestions. Georgia agreed, though I don’t know to what extent she might have been surprised by Jane’s reactions on the spot.

(For what it’s worth: Jane told me that Teresa [“help me, help me, help me,”] was much better now because someone had figured out that she was being given too much medication. This had made her worse. I hadn’t heard her today or yesterday, and thought she’d been moved. Christine is still next door, and sounding off, calling loudly at times for Georgie.

(I asked her if she’d covered up any other such instances of negative suggestion as those she’d been given today, but she said she didn’t think so. She added that they hadn’t been frequent for some time. “It’s easy enough for me to say,” I said. “but you’ve just got to assert yourself when they happen at such times. It’s your life, your health, so that’s far more important than what they think—”