“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She had been interrupted at 4:28 by a nurse bringing medication.)

(A nurse and an aide met me at the door to 330 this noon and told me that they’d spent half an hour trying to get Jane comfortable. [...]

[...] This all means, obviously, that we do need help from others—whether they be lawyers, doctors, nurses, publishers, or whatever, and this way we stay in contact with the rest of our world. [...]

[...] I’d placed the goose-down pillow under her knees, following the suggestion given us yesterday by nurse Peggy Jowett. [...]

[...] A nurse did bring it within a few minutes.

The attitude even of doctors and nurses toward the handling of such patients shows only too clearly not only their fear of the disease itself, but their fear of homosexuality, which has been considered evil and forbidden by many religions. [...]

[...] A nurse came in to give Jane eyedrops. [...]

[...] By 5:00 I began my nap — but Jeff Karder and a nurse came in ten minutes later. [...]

[...] “I haven’t heard from any of the nurses,” Fred said, meaning he’d received no negative reports. [...]

[...] A nurse showed up at 4:47 and did the vitals — temperature 98.3, blood pressure excellent.

(I didn’t eat lunch because Lynn had arranged a surprise birthday party for one of the nurses, and she invited me to share in the food. [...]

[...] Jane stopped speaking when we heard a nurse pushing the medical cart to a stop outside our door to 330. [...]

[...] By now, she said, all of the nurses and aides notice it when she uses the call button, and many of them remark about her general improvements. [...]

The individual is made to feel powerless, at the mercy of doctors or nurses who often do not have the time or energy to be personable, or to explain his [or her] condition in terms that he can understand. [...]

[...] I am not saying here that many doctors and nurses do not try their best to promote healing, and certainly healings occur — but they do so despite the system and not because of it. [...]

[...] We’d scheduled just a two-hour visit by a registered nurse five afternoons a week for Jane’s physical therapy, and to change the dressings on her decubiti. [...]

This made him more worried that the future death foreseen was his own, since he was looking up at a nurse and doctor while they looked down at him. He heard the words spoken by a nurse, “She is still in shock,” but he distorted the words so that he remembered them as being, “She is coming out of shock.”

His struggles with his nurses (which are violent) are struggles to escape physical bonds, and to be away. [...]

[...] there’s another nurse there, a different one...” [...]

[...] Yet another nurse had said the other day that the drainage had worsened, a statement Jane had taken exception to, as had I.

[...] Mary, the head nurse, came into empty Jane’s Foley. [...]

[...] I also raked leaves for an hour and helped Peggy, our nurse, with Jane. [...]

[...] As Peggy J had said today, Jane needed nursing care that neither she nor I could provide now. [...]