“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I tried to nap, but got up at 5:15 to press the call button for a nurse to track down the tray. [...]

[...] By 6:55 Jane had eaten a good supper and we’d had a visit from Rhonda—a nurse from rehab; she’d had surgery. [...]

[...] The nurses and aides were raising hell this morning with their jokes and tricks. [...]

(3:35 p.m. Jane had been interrupted once for nursing care. [...]

[...] A nurse called for her this morning, though — seems Jane was out of cigarette lighters, and wanted me to bring some to 330. [...]

[...] She’d picked up the suggestion from something a nurse had said that morning. [...]

[...] At 11:00 this morning I’d about decided the hill was too dangerous to drive; I thought of calling the nursing station at A-3. Then the sand truck came. [...]

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

[...] The male nurse who assisted Jane got her on the litter backward, Jane said. [...]

(Then Jane told me that the night nurse, Toni, whom I’ve yet to meet, tried to help her lay on her right side last night, for the first time since she’d broken the leg. [...]

(Jane was okay, although as I got to 330, three nurses were trying to insert a new catheter. [...] The nurses had some difficulty, and we were late eating lunch. [...]

(However, I’ve also discovered that I’ll have to watch my time if I want to get anything done—for “time” can slip away like smoke as I do chores, help nurses take care of Jane, or cook meals or take care of the cats or run errands. [...]

[...] Going out in the yard (this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels. [...]

(When the nurse took Jane’s temperature it was 98.8. “My God,” I joked, “that’s almost perfect.”

[...] The nurse came in to take Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] Nothing seemed to bother Seth this evening once he started, however; not even Sean nursing. [...]

[...] I would sing a lullaby — this is not for the book — for our small friend here (Sean Watkins, who was nursing again). [...]

[...] Jane had heard the medicine cart in the hall, but a few minutes passed before a nurse came in with the Darvoset. [...]

[...] I got the nurse to help me hoist her further up on the bed so she’d be more comfortable, and that seemed to help. [...]

[...] Robert, the male nurse, had taken her blood pressure, and had to stop and readjust her position to a more comfortable one before he could proceed.

(Jane called, with nurse Carla’s help, as I finished this session after 10:00 p.m.)

(On May 28, a nurse in hydro dropped an empty pan on Jane’s left instep, making one of those depression cuts in the flesh. [...]

[...] A nurse by the name of Gaye washed Jane’s hair this morning; I told my wife it looked good. [...]

[...] A nurse came in to take Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) To some extent Peggy (the nurse) stands for the medical establishment, of course. [...]

[...] When her nurse, Peggy Jowett, came this afternoon, she clapped in applause at Jane’s increased movements. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) His mother actually found in the nursing homes a certain kind of comradeship. [...]

Marie also found peripheral relationships throughout later life, with nurses or attendants who turned into friends—and while her life certainly was not a happy one, it was not as tragic as it now seems to Ruburt to have been, so that the beneficial elements of that early background were used without quarreling, of course. [...]

[...] At 4:45, before I turned Jane on her side, Lynne came in to tell me I had a phone call at the nurse’s station. [...] There was something about having a private nurse for 16 hours a day, if the staff there couldn’t take care of my wife. [...]

[...] One of the nurses had evidently told Jeff that the open sores on Jane’s right knee were draining. [...]