1 result for (book:tps7 AND heading:"delet session novemb 4 1983" AND stemmed:me)
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milligrams
Joan
dosage
birthday
Lorrie
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(Jane told me that this morning in hydro she moved her feet as she lay alone on the litter. She had to be careful to keep her balance. She also said that her left foot now moves quite often while she’s in bed.
(Once again she ate an excellent lunch. I told her that my stomach has been bothering me with gas lately, quite often, and that on several nights recently I’ve gotten up to take some soda. I also said I wanted to go over the past sessions with her today, because I was concerned that we’d get out of the habit of reviewing them so as to keep them in mind. This is one thing I do not want to happen.
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(Jane had done little motion exercising because of my going over the session, though I’d told her to if she felt like it as I was reading. When I finished the sessions she told me to get out the paper and pen instead. I waited. The day was cool and rainy, and then snowy—I’d opened a curtain, and I could see a rather heavy wet snow falling upon the trees, rooftops, streets, people and cars. We’d also had a little snow coating the grass this morning when I got up.
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(4:20 PM. That was it for the day, although we weren’t sure of it at the time. No sooner had we stopped the session than Joan came in to give Jane eye drops. She gave me also our copy of our medical records, but we were so busy I barely looked at them. I did think to ask Joan about what she’d told us a couple of weeks ago when Jane’s Synthroid dosage had been cut down by Fred Kardon. She wasn’t sure without looking at the chart, Joan said, but she thought the dosage had been cut from 0.2 milligrams twice a day to 0.3 milligrams once a day—a reduction of 0.1 milligram daily, as I figure it. We’d been thinking somehow that the dose had been cut in half, but it’s been cut by a quarter. It’s a start, I told Jane.
(4:38. During our conversation Jane said that today—November 4—was her mother’s birthday. For the life of me I couldn’t recall my own mother’s birthday. I finally guessed it was April 9—but it’s July 9. I remembered father’s birthday okay—July 20.
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