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(Jane didn’t have a session yesterday, December 1, so here I’ll summarize the day’s activities. She said that Wendy, the therapist in hydro, looked her over on her weekly routine, and once again told Jane that she was “coming along great.” Wendy didn’t look at the ulcers on the back too much, though, Jane said.

(Jane did do some movements of various parts of her body. “I feel that impetus to sit up again, back in my spine,” she said a couple of times. This was news to me, since I didn’t remember her wanting to spontaneously sit up before. An excellent sign, of course.

(December 2. I told Jane that I’d caught myself worrying about both her and insurance matters when I woke up this morning, at about 6:00, and had tried using suggestion, as Seth mentioned recently. It helped, but the worry must have persisted, for I ended up taking soda at about 11:00. I was okay for the rest of the day, though.

(When I got to 330 I found my wife blue and teary-eyed. She was also uncharacteristically quiet. “I love you,” I told her, and wiped away those tears. “I guess everybody’s got the right to feel blue once in a while,” I said.

(In the room next to ours—332—I heard a familiar wail and cry in a foreign language. It was the Russian lady, Christina, who’s over 90. She’s been gone for months. Christina kept calling for Georgia, who’d taught her her name last time. So memory is still operating, I thought.

(Jane didn’t eat much breakfast, except cereal, because the young girl who fed her couldn’t properly present the bacon and eggs, for some reason; Cathy’s sister. So Jane was hungry this noon, and ate well.

(Shortly afterward, she said she wanted to have a session. Christine was again calling out next door.)

Your reaction to Ruburt’s fit of the blues was excellent—of the highest caliber. (With a bit of amusement.)

He was angry at himself for feeling blue, and felt that you would be angry also. As the day progressed since morning, he had successfully countered many negative thoughts, until finally he did feel weary and blue. The fact is that his body in indeed improving at an excellent rate, with new, rather exciting improvements almost ready to manifest themselves.

(4:00 PM. We hadn’t had any interruptions for a change. I’d only wiped away Jane’s tears, and offered some words of comfort, then forgotten all about the thing. I’d realized later that I had, and that Jane had too, for she was back to behaving like her old self.

(4:45. I got ready to turn Jane. I massaged her as usual with the Oil of Olay. Sharon brought the supper tray before I was through. I had my usual nap. Jane ate very well once again. I gave her a cigarette at 7:00, read the prayer with her at 7:05, and left for the evening. She said she’d try to call.)