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After supper I went down posthaste to see Dr. Delaney. He said, "That's what happens when you pick at those hairs up in there." And he proceeded to open the thing, a very painful proposition. Then he gave me some poison tablets to make up a solution to treat the thing with and told me to get busy. I looked for a little cheer from him and got very little. He intimated that inasmuch as we were getting after this in the early stages, this would be cleaned up all right but sometimes these infections, [[underlined]] even with proper treatment, [[/underlined]] were hard to control. He pointed out also the particular danger of nose infections because the natural drainage from the nose is [[underlined]] upward [[/underlined]] - "one of Nature's bad jobs" as he put it. So I went home thoroughly worried and got busy treating my nose for all I was worth.

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Erie, Pa.
Sunday, April 30, 1939.
For the most part, since I saw Dr. Delaney on April 21st, I have been in no state of mind to write a diary although it would have been interesting if I had forced myself to write it day by day, all the thoughts and feelings I had. I have not been to work since April 21st, being obliged to devote almost every waking minute since then until

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