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(This morning I bought clothes at Harold’s and money orders for the budget at ES&L. The extra activities meant that I got only half of yesterday’s session typed up. I was able to turn Jane on her back easily this afternoon. She ate an excellent lunch. I told Jan Stimson that I’d treat the staff to pizza or whatever, whenever they wanted it. At 3:10 Jane read the part of the session I had typed. She did well, though perhaps not quite as good as she had yesterday. Then I read the rest of the session to her from my notes.

(At 3:35 She was rather uncomfortable on her back, feeling spasms from the catheter, and being hot and sweaty. It was a nice bright day, not too cold. I started fooling with the mail thinking the day might be one of rest for both of us.

(3:48. However, by this time Jane was in the process of straining, grunting and groaning as she moved her entire body to some degree. “Oh, Jesus....” Head and neck, arms and hands, legs and feet all moved in concert. “I don’t know what the hell I was doing, but I used the [right] knee a lot more, I know that....” She was afraid people would start coming in to do her vitals, and see her moving; she feared that once she started a series of movements, she couldn’t cut them off right away if someone entered 330. I thought to hell with those concerns.

(And Jane was right. At 3:53, just as she began resting, Cathy came in to get her temperature [97.1], then at 3:55 Lorrie did blood pressure and pulse. Jane was hot and sweaty. I pulled the curtains back some. Both windows were wide open, the fan on.

(4:00. Jane began another set of generalized movements of her whole body. She was also noisy about it, telling herself “Shhh.” It was sort of humorous. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing,” she said again. But it’s safe to say that her right leg is definitely showing signs of moving more. The sponge I place between her legs when she’s on her back keeps slipping loose.

(4:30. Suddenly Jane began to lift her entire left leg again—an inch—then two inches—off the mattress. Her belly was tense with the effort. “Safe, safe, safe,” she kept repeating to herself. Then she raised the foot three inches off the bed, flexing the foot at the same time at the ankle. Then even a bit more, breathing loudly, head going back and forth against the pillow.

(4:35. Rest. “Oh, that was weird, Bob,” she said. “The foot was under its own impetus, and it tried to straighten the knee, and then I could feel it in the right foot. What was I trying to do, Bob?”

(I said I thought she was preparing to flex the left leg at the knee by getting used to moving it off the bed at the foot, first. “I don’t get the feeling that I’m done exercising yet today, though,” Jane said.

(4:40. Strong side-to-side motions of head and shoulders, panting. The supper tray came. “I keep watching the clock,” Jane said. More upper torso movements. She was concerned at the amount of time she was taking up with her motions, but I told her to forget that. She asked me to ask Seth if she was in a trance when she did her motions sometimes: “If I can ever calm down enough to do it,” she added, referring to having a session. I said I thought she might be at least some of the time; the new motions, repeated, could act to put her “under” because of the novelty of the new motions, etc. Jane talked about having become afraid of her natural agility, of exceeding her physical capacity.

(“That can’t be,” I said, seizing upon what I thought was a very good point. “It’s contrary to say that the body can exceed it’s capacity—how can it do that? No matter how much you see someone on that TV set strain to throw a ball, kick one, or run or lift a weight, you can be sure it’s within their physical capacity. Otherwise the body couldn’t do it.” It happened that a TV program was showing segments of various sports [the sound was off] at the moment. Jane said she understood. My concern was that she become able to forget such beliefs, to revel in her body’s innate capacities without fear.

(At 4:53. even though it was approaching nap time. Jane said she felt Seth was getting ready to come through. I told her to go ahead.)

(4:54 PM. Jane was hot and sweaty. Seth didn’t return. The supper tray came in a few minutes. I suspected she’d cut the session short because of the hour, our schedule, etc. She did well when I turned her on her left side, then massaged Oil of Olay into her feet, legs, arms and hands and neck. Jane ate well again at supper time. I slept from 5:15 to 5:45. The covered supper tray kept the food nicely warm.