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(After a good lunch—which Georgia had started feeding her in my absence—Jane said that in hydro yesterday morning, on the litter, both arms “did better than they ever have in the water. And my left foot did things it’s never done in hydro, too, and the leg.” All good signs, I told her.

(3:40—3:48 yesterday: staff took Jane’s vitals, and a lady from housekeeping changed the curtains in 330 to much heavier and darker ones, trying to cut down the light that bothers Jane’s eyes even when the curtains are closed. I was afraid the new ones, a dark bluish color, would make the room too gloomy.

(After getting her drops at 4:15, Jane began a series of movements with her head and shoulders, her left leg, then ended up moving her torso from side to side. Noises, grunts and groans. Left leg pulling up at the hip so it was free of the pillow beneath it.

(4:20. More flexing of that leg—I could see the muscles in it moving clear up to the hips. By now Jane was starting to utter cries and to breathe quite heavily as she moved. I think the cries were a mixture of frustration, tears, discomfort and anticipation. The left leg moved, particularly at the hip, again. “My body wants to do it so bad.” Now her right leg began moving more sideways to the right. Jane cried again. “That’s the first time I’ve done that. I don’t know what to do with it, it feels funny.” No doubt about it, good things were taking place, new things that had her upset and anticipatory at the same time. Her face was often screwed up into a knot.

(4:35. Jane asked for water, but her left arm began rotating so fast she couldn’t drink. Then the left arm went around and around. “That’s the most I’ve moved everything all in one day.” she said, and it was true.

(4:45. The supper tray came. “It feels so funny beneath my shoulder blades,” Jane said as she freely moved both shoulders. She rested a bit, refused water, then took it before I turned her on her left side. She had had an extensive workout, one that had touched responses deep within her, and that gave me great hope also. I felt that she’d passed another milestone on her way to recovery, and was delighted with that.

(The lunch tray was there and Jane ate very well; she’s doing much better with the teeth. Georgia came in and set up the portable fan on the desk; this breeze helped a lot. Even I was warm.

(Georgia also told us, with Patty, that they’d just heard that the administration of the hospital had decided to close down the section room 330 is in, because “they’d just realized that Surgical 3 is short of staff.” A lot of patients will be going home over the holidays, Georgia said, and those remaining, like Jane, would be moved elsewhere. I thought the talk was only talk. I knew we wouldn’t consent to going back to rehab. Georgia said she was going to protest the decision to nursing service, downstairs.

(2:25. After having a cigarette after lunch, Jane started reading the session for November 20, since I hadn’t typed up any notes yet for yesterday’s events. She was disappointed at this, since she knew yesterday’s events had been significant, and she wanted to read about them. Jane has read the session before, of course, but she read it once more and did very well indeed, as good as she had the first time, saying the type was very clear and bright at times. Her reading has been consistently far better than it used to be, even when she has a comparatively rough time with it.

(2:40. While Jane was having a cigarette, Georgia came in to tell us the projected closing of Surgical 3 was now off. Georgia had indeed complained to nursing service, and in turn they had agreed to cancel the idea. No one else had been in favor of it, either. “I told them I’d refuse to be a floater,” Georgia said, meaning she didn’t want to be constantly shifted around. “Another rumor bit the dust,” I said, joking, but we were relieved.

(3:05. While she rested I explained to Jane some of the material I’ve been reading in the MUFON journal, on ufology.

(3:30. Jane suggested she could have a session, then would try for some exercises. Earlier in the afternoon I’d described my very vivid dream of last night, and asked that Seth comment on it if he came through: I’d found myself in a large studio, painting like mad on large canvases. Like Rembrandt had, I was painting portraits and full-figure compositions on very large canvases—even over ten feet square, say. My brush moved over the surface, modeling heads and likenesses, and ideas, with amazing facility. I reveled in my power and ability. I knew I’d attained this great freedom after years of being too cautious and inhibited. I’d broken free and was now enjoying marvelous and penetrating creativity. At last I knew what it was like to be a great painter, and I loved it. At least some of the portraits reminded me of Rembrandt’s work, in the dream.

(I told Jane now that in my younger days I’d done almost the same thing, of course, letting others take paintings for which I was never paid. I described a couple of instances we were both familiar with. The events were my own fault, of course, for I hadn’t known enough to take a firm stand and reclaim my own work. But I’d never do that again, even in this reality. I told Jane the dream had awakened strong urges in me to start painting in just that manner—and I knew that I could carry on just that way. I want to do so very badly, so I’m trusting that the way will be shown. I can sense that freedom.

(Two minutes later, at 3:32. Jane began the session.)

(I remembered that for several days Jane’s legs had remained very quiet while she did practically all of her exercises with her head, shoulders, and torso.)

(3:36. Cathy came in to take Jane’s temperature—97.5—and her pulse. Seth had been speaking with considerable quiet emphasis. I read to Jane what she’d already given. Resume at 3:47.)

(3:55 PM. “Wait a second,” Jane said, “and then you can read that to me. But before you do, there’s one spot on my neck I want you to touch.” When I did, her head suddenly began bouncing back and forth on her pillow and my hand. Then I read her the session since break.

(4:10. After getting her eye drops from Lorrie, Jane’s left leg started moving, her foot rotating up in the air a couple of inches. “The impetus comes all the way up into the thigh now,” Jane said, and I could see the thigh muscles moving, tensing and relaxing. Her motions were subdued compared to those of yesterday, though.

(4:22. Jane lay so quietly that I thought she’d fallen asleep—but no, she said, she was just moving inside very quietly.

(4:26. Gentle motions of head and shoulders. I had the fan on, the curtains pulled back and the windows open so we could hear the sounds of traffic below. The sound was rather pleasant, and Jane liked it.

(4:45. I turned her on her left side, and began our routine of “dehypnotizing” and massage with Oil of Olay. The supper tray came before I took my nap. Jane ate well again, and I left after saying the prayer with her at 7:00 PM.)