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(No need to go into all the events that seemed to coalesce today—this morning especially, since it’s all on file. Suffice it to note that in the mail last night I found prescription drugs from Dr. Blount, to my complete amazement; I also found a letter from the Arthritis Foundation, in which Dr. MacDuffie expressed his complete opposition to Dr. Blount’s treatment for rheumatoid arthritis. Then this morning Dr. Tihansky called me from Schuylkill Haven, PA, to offer his sensible-seeming suggestions for Jane’s care. All of these events followed the barrage of letters I’ve been sending out, trying to unearth something, some treatment, some magical potion or truth or belief that would help my wife in her time of deep need. Even Frank Longwell called this morning, wanting to know if I’d heard from any doctors yet. Indeed. All of these events coming together within just a few hours was really more than a “coincidence,” I thought. I was certain of it. I related the whole business to Jane this afternoon after she’d finished lunch, and expressed my frank hope that “a certain party” might have some pertinent comments on the whole affair.
(I told Jane that the variety of opinions we’d received on the anti-amoebic treatment left us hanging in limbo as far as knowing what to do. I don’t think I have the nerve to give her prescription drugs on the sly, in the hospital, as Dr. Blount had suggested I do. I was still amazed at that, especially, I told Jane, when one considered all the ways by which a doctor could get in trouble by advocating such secret behavior. She agreed. This opinion of both of us, though, didn’t necessarily mean that we’d rejected totally the idea of toying with those drugs....
[...] Because of a cancellation I got a quick appointment to see John this afternoon—and received a very pleasant surprise, for his examination revealed that my vision has improved since the last prescription. [...] Once John had assembled his pheropter, or lens unit, the test lenses making up the new prescription, my vision checked out at 20/15—better than the so-called normal 20/20. [...]
(I am also filing an item from the Thursday Elmira paper, dealing with another attempt to use a forged prescription in drug stores in Corning, N.Y., about ten miles distant. The prescription blanks used were from the stolen bag mentioned above. [...]
(It seems that last night John, while eating in a restaurant with a friend we do not know, was informed by this friend that the Elmira police had taken into custody a man who had been making the rounds of the Elmira pharmacies with a forged prescription for narcotics. [...]
[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]
[...] That focus inclines him to a quite literal insistence that his creative material should in its way act like some supernatural doctor’s prescription that can be at once taken like a pill to solve each and every problem of each and every correspondent, and of course to solve his own problems as well.