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(Jane was upset when I got to 330 this noon: Her catheter had been completely pulled out of her this morning after hydro, when Georgia and Steve had transferred her back into bed from the litter. Staff people had tried putting it back in, but couldn’t get it to drain. Before that it had worked well. “Your wife won’t be speaking to me anymore, after what I did to her this morning,” Georgia said to me as I walked down the hall to 330. A new catheter had been inserted, but that one wasn’t working when I got there.

(3:45. I pressed the call button for help about the catheter. I should add that throughout all of this mix-up Jane was quite upset; I could pick up from her attitude the old feelings she’d had at the house, whenever her symptoms got worse. In some fashion I knew she shouldn’t be reacting that way.

Her mind is distracted. She does not know in which world she lives. It is indeed as if she were of two minds—one dwelling in one world and one in another. She has the laws of the two worlds confused (pause), and it is as if she had use of an entire alphabet, but the letters were not in order, but out of their proper arrangement, so that it was almost impossible to read the sentences, so to speak, that have then resulted.

(“The nurses told me that woman has a history of mental trouble,” Jane said, “and has been diagnosed as schizophrenic.” I hadn’t heard her this afternoon yet. Jane said she had last night, and that she was going this morning.

(I read the session to Jane. At 4:10 Teresa began sounding off—but her voice sounded muted, as though she was speaking behind a closed door. Then Jane told me that Teresa is only in her mid-50’s, and that Georgia said she’s quite rational in between her spells of calling for help. I was surprised at both statements.

(4:15. Jane did a few cautious shoulder movements. “They still feel like satin,” she said, but she was careful not to move too much so as not to make the catheter leak more. “I’m tempted to tell you to move all you want to,” I said, “and forget the catheter.” I was reminded to tell her that in reviewing many of the personal sessions we’d had at the time Seth was also delivering Dreams, he’d stressed over and over again that each time her body had tried to heal itself, with sore muscles resulting, Jane had tightened herself back up. She had consistently misunderstood the messages her body was giving her. “If you’d paid attention to those messages, and gotten over that hump,” I said, “you might not be here now.”

(I did got to a cocktail party the Leahys had invited me to after all. There was enough snow when I left the hospital to make me take it quite easy driving home. It was 20 degrees when I got up this morning, and three hours later as I type this record it isn’t much warmer.)