“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I was naked, saying, “I’ve lost my way,” to a girl, possibly a nurse, seated at a desk in a cavernous, vacant, rust-red old room. [...]

[...] A new nurse named Betty took all of Jane’s vitals. [...]

(Last Monday afternoon Dr. Kardon’s nurse called to give us an appointment at St. Joseph’s emergency room at 2:45 PM Friday, to see Dr. Sobel from Ithaca. [...]

[...] Georgia said she was going to protest the decision to nursing service, downstairs. [...]

[...] Georgia had indeed complained to nursing service, and in turn they had agreed to cancel the idea. [...]

(Today Jane’s nurse, Peggy Jowett, put her through a regimen of moving, washing, and changing dressings—a busy two hours that was all Jane could handle, we agreed. [...] I didn’t really think so while granting the possibility, for Jane also dozed in the mornings and on weekends when no nurses were present, and I changed her dressings on weekends within 20 minutes, so there was little strain involved there.

[...] Mary Jean said she’d relay it to the head nurse — where I suppose it’ll die. [...]

(I learned the name of the enzymatic debriding agent, or ointment that’s been prescribed for the ulcer on Jane’s right knee, Travase Ointment [Sutlains Ointment], and copied down much of the information on the small tube one of the nurses had left lying on a table in 330. [...]

[...] I heard a nurse pushing the medicine cart outside our door as we talked. [...]

(Being able to use the nurse’s call button is a great help, she said. [...]

[...] “We had to take her to a nursing home. [...] She upset the whole floor, ran screaming up and down the halls, threw dishes at the nurses and was completely irrational.”

Miss Cunningham stayed in the nursing home for a short time when the family was notified again that she was unmanagable, and that other arrangements would have to be made. [...]

(Now she told me the head nurse, Mary, had told Jane the decision would be made later this afternoon about whether people would be moved. [...]

[...] One of the nurses called her “a pain in the ass,” then laughed when she added that the woman did have hemorrhoids. [...]

[...] I’d turned off the nurse’s call light early in the session, hoping we wouldn’t be interrupted.)

Apropos Ruburt’s mention of the negative suggestions given this morning—remember, as I have said before, that the doctors and nurses are also the victims of such habits and behavior. [...]

[...] Regardless of the differences with which the public considers exists between the medical profession and psychic healing, psychic healers have very much in common with doctors or nurses, and use their psychic abilities in a way that follows those characteristics and leanings. [...]

[...] He would not on his own be a doctor or a nurse or whatever, so his psychic abilities are not naturally enthusiastically expanded in those directions in terms of a vocation, or the requirements of a profession (all very intently). [...]

[...] The good news is that Toni, the night aide, had suggested that Jane see if she could work the nurse’s call button. [...]

[...] No nurses have said anything to doctors, as far as I know.

(“The nurses told me that woman has a history of mental trouble,” Jane said, “and has been diagnosed as schizophrenic.” [...]

[...] We’d had interruptions today—the plumber had had to return to again clean out the sewer line, Jane’s nurse had been here, Peg Gallagher had called, I’d taken time to write Nancy Overton a letter, and so forth. [...]

[...] When I got there at 1:10 this noon a new nurse—a “floater”—was hooking Jane up to her antibiotic, Kefzol. [...]