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Karina
Lynn
electrons
Russian
falter
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(The day was warmer at about 22 degrees. This morning I’d prepared payments for insurance and the hospital. Karina is much quieter today — so far. I said I wouldn’t mind Seth commenting on her.
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(“How about saying something about Karina?” I’d heard the Russian lady sounding off a few times this afternoon during the session.)
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(4:05–4:10. Lynn came in to do all of Jane’s vitals. Temperature 98. We talked about Karina, in the room on the other side of the bathroom between rooms. Lynn thinks Karina is disoriented, although some of the doctors don’t. We speculated as to why Karina has never learned any language other than Russian. Lynn said the hospital even has a list of Russian words, but that Karina doesn’t respond adequately to them — perhaps they’re poorly pronounced, say.
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(Long pause.) Karina has that same kind of orientation. At this point in her life, she has actually refused to concentrate upon languages, which would tend to tie her more tightly to the details of the world. (Long pause, one of many.) She does “return to the past,” remaking it more to her liking. Her latest-present is beginning to show signs of a deterioration. She wants a turning-off point from which to construct other realities, so it is not so much that the latest-present is deteriorating as much as the fact that she is purposely letting her attention wander, and allowing the latest-presents (with the hyphen) to diminish in strength and vitality. She will of course construct a new form from which to operate.
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(4:32 p.m. Jane had a cigarette. Yesterday had been one of Karina’s bad days — her worst, in fact, as far as we could tell. She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. It had been more than a little disturbing. At the time I’d wondered if she was on the downgrade, for I didn’t remember her calling out so steadily in weeks past. I’d thought her driving herself until she was hoarse was a late — or last — confrontation with a world that she might soon be leaving …)