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[...] Nevertheless, I stopped at the post office on my way to the hospital to mail all of the information about the Infirmary and Steve to Pete. [...]

[...] Jane agreed that she’d been stewing about getting better, getting out of the hospital, even more lately than I’d thought she was. [...]

(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. [...]

[...] We’ll also have to figure out how to handle any money we receive, until the hospital and insurance questions are resolved. [...]

(Last night, for perhaps only the second or third time since coming home from the hospital last March, Jane slept through the night, as I did: although I woke up several times to check on her, feeling uneasy that I wasn’t putting her on the commode, etc. [...]

(I thought of two questions for Seth as I drove down to the hospital this noon:

(Steve and Tracy Blumenthal visited Jane at the hospital last night and me at the house afterward. [...]

[...] One of them was one of the last I’ve painted before Jane went into the hospital. [...]

[...] In most cases, for instance, your hospitals, schools, and religions, as organizations, are initiated by and frequently maintained by this group.

[...] You might find them as doctors and nurses, while not usually as hospital administrators. [...]

[...] This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. [...]

[...] Both of you do indeed think in terms of impediments that do indeed seem all too real: the responsibility of maintaining good health, the financial question — and on Ruburt’s part, at least, the fear that he would not recover fully enough, but become ill again and require hospital attention once more.

[...] She told us she’s leaving the hospital to be a supervisor in Painted Post, a small community some 17 miles west of Elmira. [...]

(Jane could also have equated the Israel nation with the large belief systems—involving hospitals and/or the law that she discussed in last night’s session.

[...] It bled to such an extent that after half an hour we called the emergency room at one of the local hospitals. [...] Just as the hospital instructed us to take him there, the bleeding stopped. [...]

[...] A nurse friend at the hospital there runs her errands for her, etc., and mailed the sweater to Jane shortly after May 10,1966. [...]

[...] The nursing home or hospital in which Jane’s mother is cared for is also actually in the country, outside the small town of Middle Grove,NY. [...]

[...] It’s attached to this session as page 302 and describes what seems to be in ordinary terms a senseless and horrendous story: A 20-year-old drunken driver crashed head-on into another auto, killing two people, the father and an aunt, and putting the other five passengers, all members of the same family, into the hospital. [...] In short, I thought it grossly unfair that the cause of the accident was still alive—although hospitalized —while two “innocent” victims were dead, with a whole family damaged beyond repair, for life. [...]

[...] It had a strong undertone, was deeper, and definitely gave me the feeling that there was a lot of potential power there that she wasn’t releasing because of the hospital environment.)

[...] I said I had similar feelings almost every day as I drove past the place on the way to the hospital at 1:00 PM. [...]

[...] The question had been triggered by a sentence of mine in the notes for yesterday’s session, to the effect that I sometimes wondered why Jane’s body, particularly her body consciousness, didn’t simply take over to “even a more profound degree, and see to it that her physical body healed itself even more rapidly so that we could get out” of the hospital. [...]

(It was a cold, cloudy day as I drove down to the hospital. [...]