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12.) Faint (but very faint) embarassment asking the nurse for the urinator - I guess I actually said "I have to urinate" - and afterward having her inquire if I had any luck - apparently she didn't expect me to but I fooled her.

13.) The pleasure of having the cute little dark evening nurse come in and say she had a "present" for me and then give me a hypodermic and complain my skin was too tough and then put my neck ice pack on with the remark, "Let's put on your horse-collar again." And I think she gave me an alcohol rub and it felt wonderful.

14.) Of sleeping fitfully and sitting up for an hour at a time reading "Time" during the night and realizing I was at last coming into my full right mind again.

15.) Having Willie come in to stay with me on and off all day and being mightily comforted to have her there. Having the Colonel come in for a minute to say "hello". The children couldn't come - ones under 12 can't come into Hamot as visitors.

16.) Feeling a sentimental attachment to the nurses, particularly the two pretty little ones that took care of me the most - young, strong, healthy, attractive, hard, gentle, understanding, - all these things rolled into one.

And so ends the account of "my operation" - my first since I had my appendix taken out a quarter century ago at St. Joseph's Hospital in Syracuse.