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(Margaret Bumbalo called this morning and invited me over for supper this evening. I got to room 330 at 1:05. The staff people had had a lunch of chicken wings and pizza, which I’d told them to order, treat on me. The pizza was delicious, but it turned out that the wings were prepared with a hot sauce, meaning hot peppers, that not everyone could enjoy, Jane and I among them. Jane brought in two slices of pizza—so I forgot to bring them home with me at 7:05 PM tonight....

(Jane did well turning on her back for lunch, and she had a good lunch too. At 3:30 she started to read the session material from the last two days, but had considerable trouble doing so. She finally finished the part of the session for the day before yesterday, but by then couldn’t manage yesterday’s material, so I laid aside the mail and read it to her.

(I told her I felt that today was somewhat of a resting day for both of us. We seemed to agree on this. Jane made a few mild motions toward exercising her feet and arms, and so forth, and that was it. The time seemed to pass rapidly.

(I learned the name of the enzymatic debriding agent, or ointment that’s been prescribed for the ulcer on Jane’s right knee, Travase Ointment [Sutlains Ointment], and copied down much of the information on the small tube one of the nurses had left lying on a table in 330. [It’s supposed to be kept refrigerated.] I also found out the name of a green pill Jane is given each morning to help her assimilate vitamin D, which promotes absorption and nourishment: Oscal. She’s been getting it for a long time.

(Jane kept complaining that her right middle ribs were bothering her this afternoon—so much so that I finally wedged a sponge under her rib cage. This seemed to help a lot. She thought the discomfort stemmed from a bandage on one of her decubiti in that region. I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. I hadn’t noticed it when I turned Jane on her back at 1:10, for I always did this from the other side of the bed. A reddish welt had risen on Jane’s back as a result of the prolonged pressure, but she began to feel better immediately I discovered what had happened.

(Late in the afternoon Jane said she’d have a session after all—I’d thought she was going to pass it up today, since neither one of us seemed at their best. I was more than happy to get out my paper and pen at my wife’s suggestion. Her Seth voice was good, but not all that loud. The door to 330 was half-open, but I didn’t even get up to close it before Seth came through. I could hear the usual traffic moving past, or stopping outside to wait for the elevators while Seth was speaking. Jane wasn’t bothered at all.)

(4:22 PM. That proved to be it for the day. Jane’s feet were moving as she came out of trance. She felt hot and uncomfortable, even though a window was wide open and the blower on [the air conditioning aspect of the blower has evidently been turned off for the winter by the hospital]. I touched that certain spot on her neck and her head moved back and forth a little. It was a day of mostly rest, then.

(She wanted to be turned on her side at 4:25, in an unusual request for her—and that’s when I found the roll of tape that had been so aggravating since 1:10 PM. I massaged Oil of Olay into her feet, legs, arms and hands and neck. She ate well after I’d had a nap. Steve and Tracy called, and Jane said she’d see them. Jane ate well for supper. I left at 7:05 after going through the prayer but once with her. Lorrie and Cathy came in to do her dressings, cutting the prayer short. Jane called me at about 9:50, for the first time in a long while. Margaret’s supper was delicious.)