“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I didn’t tell Jane about the dream. I haven’t made any effort to record dreams since her illness, simply not focusing on that activity. I’ve recalled portions of some very vivid dreams, also involving my parents, but haven’t spontaneously remembered them in full detail as I usually do.

(I had to go food shopping this afternoon, and while I was out Kenneth Wrigley called from Dr. Sonsire’s office. He asked about Jane’s condition, and said that in a month or so the ulcer on Jane’s coccyx might have to be surgically closed if it didn’t do so on its own. The last thing we needed to hear. Jane didn’t appear to be upset by the call, though—perhaps because of what we’d learned about medical methods by now. The cost of that little operation would also probably be astronomical—well over a thousand dollars, I’d say at a guess, so in light of the present bill from St. Joseph’s I doubt if we’d opt for it anyhow. We plan to make some comments on costs when next we see Dr. K., or whomever, anyhow, now that we’ve been burned a few times.

(Jane’s voice was shaky, but her finger looked better. Eleanor Maggi, the nurse, visits tomorrow, and we plan to tell her to make her visits on Tuesday and Friday next week. Or I’ll call Upjohn with our new twice-a-week schedule. We’ve been on that schedule for a couple of weeks already, actually, and it appears to be enough. It also cuts costs. But a major reason for our reducing the nurses’ visits is to get rid of the constant negative suggestions they unwittingly broadcast, all in the name of trying to be helpful.