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(When I got to 330 at 1:05 today I discovered that Jane was free of two more pathos on her ulcer sites—they were gone from inside her right knee, and her right shoulder. In addition, the ulcer on the outside of her right knee has shrunk so much that it no longer needs irrigation with each shift of the staff daily. Such is her remarkable healing progress, as Seth has been referring to it. In other words, we can chalk up three more improvements.

(1:30. Jane ate a good lunch. The day staff made the decision that I’d probably buy an ice cream log for their Christmas party, at which many goodies will be served; I’ll get to take some home also. There was much kidding around. “Let the night shift look out for themselves,” Jan said. Georgia had braided Jane’s hair this morning on both sides, since my wife didn’t go to hydro.

(4:05. Jane had barely started some little motions when the staff—Cathy and Lorrie—started coming in to take her temperature—97.5—blood pressure, pulse, etc. She had a smoke afterward and began a few exercises again, moving her head and shoulders side to side and up and down, in rhythm with her left foot going gently. She made a few noises; her breathing picked up.

[...] One was what does the staff, the people we see every day at the hospital, think of us? [...]

[...] The staff is very busy.

(I mentioned the three questions for Seth: 1. What does the staff at the hospital think of us? [...]

[...] Several of the staff gave Jane little gifts. [...] Later in the afternoon Jane and I had small portions of the ice-cream cake I’d bought for the staff; very rich. [...]

(Jane had had two interruptions by this point, from staff, and for whatever reasons couldn’t finish the poem. [...]

[...] The staff had been very busy, and so had hydro.

^* Hydro, as staff members call it, is short for the hospital’s hydrotherapy department. [...]

[...] The staff people had to change all of her bedding in the middle of the night. [...]

[...] Staff began coming in to check Jane’s vitals. [...]

[...] Note: The next afternoon Jane gave a telephone interview to a staff member of Frontiers of Science magazine....)

[...] A nurse came in to tell us the staff is having its Valentine’s Day party next Tuesday noon, and for me not to eat lunch at the house.

[...] She has taken in considerably more liquid, yesterday and today, and the urine looked much better as a result, staff said.

[...] I told Jan Stimson that I’d treat the staff to pizza or whatever, whenever they wanted it. [...]

[...] It doesn’t seem to work out: staff is too busy.)

[...] Jane was concerned about staff coming in to do vitals. [...]

[...] When she rested she drank some of the cranberry juice the staff had given her after she passed the stone. [...]

[...] The staff had also told Jane that it looked like she may develop a sore in a new spot on a shoulder blade, so they’d slapped a dressing there too. [...]

[...] In spite of it all things went well, Jane said, though “they” ran the water more heavily than the old staff members did, and Jane said she couldn’t try to move her feet as easily with the increased pressure of the water. [...]

[...] He and his boss, Cove Hoover, were driving home from a yearly outing for newspaper staff on Seneca Lake; Bill driving. [...]

[...] We also had trouble with it today because, it being her birthday, several extra interruptions took place as various staff members came in to sing to us, and so forth. [...]

(Because of the interruptions by staff, Jane didn’t stay long with the pendulum. [...]

[...] Staff people checked her vitals—temperature, 98.2.

[...] Staff checked her vitals—temperature, 98.2 degrees. [...]

[...] She had been interrupted twice by hospital staff while delivering it. [...]

(Hospital staff caused Jane to break off the session twice. [...]

[...] At 3:50 we had a flurry of activity in 330—2 staff people for Jane’s vitals, the TV lady collecting for the week, and a call from maintenance about heat in 330—or the lack of it. [...]

[...] Afterward three of the staff came in to hoist her further up the bed and change her drawsheet. [...]

(I gave Jan Stimson money for ice cream rolls for the staff’s Christmas party. [...]

[...] There was no heat, and one of the staff had called maintenance, she said. [...]

[...] She hadn’t slept well last night, and staff had been too busy to help her turn often enough. [...]