“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This afternoon, incidentally, Jane and I spent in Sayre, visiting my father in the hospital, eating supper with mother, etc.

[...] 29, the story of the arrest of an addict connected with the theft of a doctor’s bag and prescription blanks at an Elmira hospital parking lot. [...]

We knew that Nora was a secretary in a hospital office that had to do with the purchase of drugs and supplies, but that she had nothing to do with patients, their records, or medical procedures. [...]

[...] A hospital stay is certainly unpleasant, often turbulent. [...]

[...] She wears a print dress that had been given to her in the Roman Catholic orphanage in Troy, some 35 miles from Saratoga Springs; she’d spent the previous 18 months there in the institution while her mother had been hospitalized in another city for treatment of rheumatoid arthritis. [...] Her mother had knitted it during her stay in the hospital.

[...] He wants to share with you what he has, and in your visits, to which he and his wife look forward, in your acceptance of his hospitality and food and drink, he hopes for some justification.

[...] (Orlando, FL, 20 mile trip approximately, to hospital, often.) He wore the jacket that day and the note was in the jacket, and she put it there and he didn’t know it was there.

Now because of your latent (underlined) interest in the medical profession, you have sold to hospitals in the past, commercially and you have sold paintings to dentists. [...]

[...] The doctor didn’t know what was wrong with his back and suggested that he spend some time under traction in the hospital. [...]

[...] The doctors accept this mandate since they share the same framework of belief, so the medical profession obviously needs patients as badly as the ill need the hospitals. [...]

Slow death in a hospital, or an experience with an illness, would be unthinkable to these same people. [...]

[...] In your times, hospitals, you must realize, are important parts of the community. [...]

(The crisis involving health concerns Peggy’s employer, the general manager of the paper, who was in the hospital with heart trouble for several days last week. [...]

It’s an old, predominantly lower-middle-class railroad town that used to derive much of its importance from being a junction point for several major lines; yet it’s also the site of a well-known hospital and clinic that has continued to grow. [...]

(Jane and I were back home from visiting Miss Callahan, in the hospital, by 8:30. [...]

[...] Ironically, while Elmira authorities were denying this story, there appeared in the column next to it an item detailing the theft of a doctor’s black bag, containing narcotics, from the doctor’s car in one of the local hospital parking lots. [...]

[...] The increase followed the positive results of a blood test the doctor had ordered a few days previously: A hospital technician had come to our hill house to draw blood from Jane—performing a “phlebotomy service.” [...]

[...] The hospital, or whatever it was, was near Lizzy Roohan’s old house, in my childhood neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] The ambulance then raced on down Walnut Street toward the hospital.

“I’m not trying to blackmail you into going into the hospital,” I told Jane several times. [...]

[...] “I wouldn’t mind trying some things on my own here at the house, like getting an eye, ear, nose and throat doctor here, or an orthopedist—but no hospital. [...]

[...] The hospital was in my own childhood neighborhood. [...]