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(I finished early so I’d have some extra time to open the account for Jane’s hospital expenses — but wouldn’t you know it, the phone rang at 11:50 a.m. It was someone from social services at the hospital. She wanted to know what the latest news was, and I told her we were doing the best we could. I didn’t understand all she said, but something about the Infirmary, beds, and what she’s been telling people. She said she was “getting frightened” at what she had to tell people. I told her Jane and I have been frightened for a long time, and she understood. I explained how I’d had to back off from worrying in order to save my sanity and get some work done. She did have a bit of news — that insurance has been asking for more records of Jane’s care.

(Jane went to hydro this morning. Her eyes don’t look as red, but she said they’re bothering her a great deal. She’s trying to ignore it. She couldn’t read the session after a good lunch, so I read it to her at 3:18. I’d forgotten to stick new mail in my envelope to work on this afternoon, though I did find a couple of other letters I’d forgotten. “If I didn’t live so far from the hospital, [three miles] I’d go back and get some mail,” I said in frustration. “I thought you were thinking about that,” Jane said. Her feet again look much better, and she’s not coughing or blowing nearly as much.