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(“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.

(This morning I called Pete Harpending, and passed on the information from Jane that Fred Kardon was out of town this week—on vacation in Florida. “Not bad, huh?” I told Pete about the prospective evaluation by the people from the infirmary a block away, and mentioned to him that Jane didn’t want to be moved. Pete told me that he’d called Mary Krebs back, or that she had called him, a second time on that first day last week—Friday. Then later in the morning I had to call him back to tell him about Ms. Murdock in social services, and the 16-hours-a-day private nursing proposal in connection with the infirmary.

(3:50. The time seemed to scoot by without our getting anything done. A new nurse came in to do all of Jane’s vitals. LuAnn had told us she was coming.

(I slept deeply after massaging her with Oil of Olay as usual. She ate well. I read the prayer with her at 7:00, and left a few minutes earlier after making sure she had the nurse’s call button handy.