Friday, May 28, 1943

Dear Ruel,

I've been so mad at the nurses all morning that I wasn't even healthy to be around.  Some of them are mighty nice, but others are downright hateful.  I'm well enough to stand rough treatment myself, but they could treat Dulcie a little more civil.  One of them asked her why she lay there half-dead - said it looked like she would try to talk sometimes.  Another one came just as she was eating dinner and told her to get ready for an enema - the first meal she had been able to keep anything on her stomach.  She is still so sick and weak that I hope she soon starts mending.

The doctor tells me my stitches come out tomorrow.  I'm feeling fine and getting along fine.  Johnnie was up here again today and is still looking good.  He is still chewing his fingers and slobbering, but no tooth yet.

The nurse just interrupted us to take temperatures.  I won't write much today.  We've had a good bit of company.  Victoria was here for a while. I'll give this letter to Ruth to mail when she comes tonight.

I usually put my bed down and lie sideways to write.  About the first day I was able to pick up a book, I dropped one right on the middle of my stomach.  I don't wish to repeat that trick again. They don't have writing tables here as they do at Rosedale.

I'm reading the book "Now Voyager".  Since we didn't see the picture I'm glad I've gotten to read the book.  Its interesting thus far.  About a young woman who had been repressed all her life by a domineering mother - the young girl takes a cruise alone.

The sugar ration books were left in the top compartment of the desk.  I hope you can find them there.  I have mine and Johnnie's with me.  Have you gotten a card to fill out for new No 1 books?

Love, Mavis