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(Jane was already on her back when I got to 330 this afternoon; Gail Greene had had to turn her in order to check the catheter, which at first had refused to irrigate.

(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. I’d tried to counter the worries while working this morning, and had succeeded at times, but the concerns bugged me; each day I look for word in the mail, but it never comes. I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. There have been other instances of bungling, too, not necessary to describe here. But I did go over the whole story with Jane to some extent, so she’d know what I was concerned about. I wanted Seth to comment if she had a session today.

(I also discussed the dream I’d had last month, in which I’d seen the checks out in the parking lot by the front tire of our car. Seth had said then that the dream was legitimate, and that it meant the source of the checks was far away—upstate New York. My own interpretation, I told Jane now, was the same is it had been then—that since the checks looked so small, it meant they weren’t that physically close to us yet—in other words, a waiting period was involved in which, hopefully, they’d move closer and closer to us.

(The time went fast as I worked with the mail. Two big batches of new letters had arrived yesterday, just when I’d thought I was getting caught up.

(Jane’s Seth voice was rather quiet. She wanted to answer my questions, although she started rather later; I was beginning to think she would pass up a session today.)

(Jane ate a good supper, even though dietary did send up the wrong menu. Margaret Bumbalo called, and left supper for me in the mailbox. She was to visit Jane later in the evening.