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(When I turned Jane on her back at 1:15 this afternoon, and removed the foam-rubber doughnut from between her knees, she didn’t want me to massage her left leg as I’ve been doing lately. She said it hurt too much—not that it was worse, but that the “pins and needles” that resulted from my touch were too uncomfortable. I take this to mean increased circulation. The leg certainly feels better to me.
(She ate an excellent lunch, and I believe continues to gain weight, if a bit at a time. She had a smoke, then tried to read yesterday’s session after I’d massaged her neck, but she couldn’t do it very well so I ended up reading it to her. I wanted to go over some of the past sessions in this group with her, but we never did get to it, what with cigarettes, people coming in, my reading her letters from a fan and Steve Blumenthal, and so forth. We didn’t go over past sessions yesterday, either. It seems that now literally we don’t have time in an afternoon to do half of what we’d like to—it’s like going to work and trying hard to get everything done before it’s time to go home.
(Room 330 got quite chilly this afternoon—it was cold last night and chilly today—and Jane even had me lay a towel over her part of the time, since we have no heat yet in the room. [Nor does she want it yet, by any means.]
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Now—I bid you a fond good afternoon.
(“Afternoon, Seth.”)
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(She ate an excellent supper, after I’d had a nap and she’d watched TV. Margaret Bumbalo visited just as she, Jane, was finishing supper. Margaret was surprised at the amount of food my wife had eaten. She also brought news of the fracas involving President Reagen on a southern golf course this afternoon. I left the two women talking at 7:15.)