2 results for (book:tps7 AND heading:"delet session novemb 8 1982" AND stemmed:me)
1/24 (4%)
Roe
bedsores
Peggy
nurse
Kardon
[... 12 paragraphs ...]
(On her regular Friday-afternoon visit, Peggy and Jane and I waited for Roe, who was scheduled to visit—but Roe, mysteriously, never showed up. Could she have picked up some sort of message from Jane and me? We don’t know. When Peggy came on Monday afternoon. Roe didn’t show up either, and Peggy didn’t mention it, nor did Peggy dwell on Jane’s bedsores. In some strange way it was as if the whole episode, with its obviously negative implications, never had even been mentioned. I didn’t ask Seth to comment, but should have.
[... 10 paragraphs ...]
5/20 (25%)
bespoke
harbingers
interlaces
sporadic
settling
[... 1 paragraph ...]
(As far as I can remember, this will be the first time that we held two separate sessions during the same day—if one develops now. After supper Jane told me to come out to the card table with the notebook at 8:15. I got there at 8:22, after finishing a page of typing from Sunday afternoon’s session. I’m trying to get all the material typed as soon as possible.
(“I had something from him [Seth] earlier,” she said, “but you weren’t here....” She struggled to stay awake. “Watch me—I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep. Maybe we better just look stuff over instead.”
[... 1 paragraph ...]
(Jane replied that her condition bespoke a generalized relaxation—which was beneficial, of course. I hoped it would lead to increased mobility, at least. Her head kept dipping down and I kept calling her, and she kept telling me that every time I did so I interrupted her when she was “getting something.” To me it looked as though she was falling asleep each time. I stopped badgering her. Then:)
[... 6 paragraphs ...]
(Jane’s delivery had been sporadic in an odd way, her Seth voice subdued, making me feel that she could lose the session at any moment by slipping off into sleep. She put her glasses on, telling me that she’d felt my concern during the session. I said I was hoping she’d be able to continue for at least a little while. I lit a cigarette for her. We waited. “I’ll do what I can,” she said, taking off her glasses. She was still smoking.
[... 6 paragraphs ...]
(This could be quite important: Several times later during the evening, Jane told me that she felt like she was on her feet, with the safety of the chair close behind her when she wanted to sit down. Very encouraging psychological signs, I said, adding that I hoped they were harbingers of future developments.)
