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(Jane had some other excellent news. [...] She told Jane the ulcers had diminished in size by at least half — and she went to get a measuring device like a micrometer to check the shrinkage. Yet another nurse had said the other day that the drainage had worsened, a statement Jane had taken exception to, as had I.

[...] I read yesterday’s session to Jane, after she couldn’t do it. [...] I’d started coughing after eating half of one of the candies I’d bought Jane for Valentine’s Day. [...]

(I described my dream of the other day, which I’d already told Jane about: I’d been sitting on our couch with Jane and our neighbor, Joe Bumbalo. [...]

(4:33 p.m. “That makes that a pretty good little dream, then,” I told Jane, for in the dream she, too, had been fully recovered. Jane did remember my telling her about the dream earlier this week. [...]

(Before I turned her on her side, and then took a nap, I tried without success to locate my description of the dream with Jane and Joe in a previous recent session. [...] Nor had I written it up in my notes for the one day recently when Jane didn’t have a session — the 13th, I found out when I got home.

[...] I told Jane about it while she ate supper. [...] The girl told me that one of the checks I’d deposited for Jane’s hospital fund wasn’t for $1000, as we’d both thought — but was instead for $1 million. [...]

(Jane didn’t call last night to give me a progress report on the new motions she was enjoying when I left yesterday. [...]

(Jane’s temperature has been in the normal range. [...]

[...] Jane had had a blood infection, now clearing up okay. [...]

[...] Jane’s temperature was 98.9. I read her the sessions for February 1, 6, and 7. She said her eyes do bother her. [...]