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(Loren and Betts visited me from about 10:30 AM until 11:45. We had a very pleasant time, and Betts brought a jar of jam and some salad for Jane. We talked about Jane’s illness, our insurance challenges, money in general and the medical profession in particular. I said what I thought in a mild way, but I could tell that often they didn’t really understand what I was saying—though at times Betts surprised me a little by agreeing with me.

(Jane went to hydro this morning. She wanted to be turned as soon as I got to room 330. Ann Kraky visited and brought a plant, and we had a nice exchange. Jane’s lunch was interrupted. Ann said Elizabeth Wall asks about us—so I plan to visit her one of these days. I told her that at times we still missed 458; so did she.

(3:10. Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did much better than she has lately. She went through the session very quickly it seemed, holding the pages in her left hand as usual. I did some mail.

(After I’d had a nap Jane remembered to tell me that this morning, after hydro, she’d had an “experience” in which she’d seen herself baking a cake in the kitchen at 1730 Pinnacle, putting it in the oven, and so forth. Then she sat on a stool at the counter, smoking and having a cup of coffee while she looked at TV across the barrier. An excellent exercise, I told her, very positive.

(Debbie helped me lift Jane up higher on her bed before leaving. Jane didn’t eat too well, and had stale cornflakes instead of the mushroom quiche. No hydro today or tomorrow.

(This morning I’d typed the final version of the letter to Maude Cardwell, instead of messing with it any more, and at 3:00 Jane began reading it. She did well—zipping right through the six double-spaced pages. She liked the letter.

(Jane said the cans stood for creature nourishment that we could get when we needed it, and that it was also related to the fund question. My idea had been that the cans—getting to them, digging them out—had represented my searching for negative beliefs so I could dispose of them —but Jane said the idea of nourishment was involved.

(3:35. Mary, the head nurse, came into empty Jane’s Foley. She got Jane some ginger ale on ice and asked Jane to try to drink more. I worked on mail. Jane had her vitals taken—temperature, 99.1—a little high, she said—from 4:10 to 4:15. Our clock on the TV had stopped running at 4:00, so when I reset it we found out it was half an hour later than we’d thought. But Jane wanted to have a session.

(4:49. The girl from dietary brought the supper tray. She was in the room only a few seconds, and Jane didn’t leave trance.)

(Pause. “It’s me,” Jane said.

(4:52 PM. It was time to turn Jane, and we spent the rest of our time together in our usual routine—massage with Oil of Olay, nap and TV, supper, smokes, dessert and prayer. I left at 7:10. Jane had done well, I told her.

(Then in 330 this afternoon I began to scratch again, and discovered red irritated spots on both lower legs and on the forearms to a lesser degree. I began to feel uneasy—that the cause wasn’t really physical. I used the pendulum briefly in the bathroom while Jane was having a cigarette, and learned that the bothersome effects were caused because I hadn’t been working on Dreams as much as I felt I should. I’d spent considerable time on the Cardwell letter, had been interrupted by the visit of Betts and Loren, and so forth.