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Erie, Pa,
Wednesday, July 17, 1940.
No one offered me any breakfast this morning and I didnt give a damn for any. I took a couple swallows of water and ^[[that]] constituted all I had either to eat or drink for 36 hours and still I wasn t hungry or particularly thirsty. My pretty little blond nurse came in to bathe me and as I was to go home this morning, she asked if I wanted her to give me a complete bath or just a hands and face job I agreed the latter would be okay- so she did that and gave me an alcohol rub and told me not to say she hadn t given me a bath or she'd be in dutch - afterwards I was rather sorry I hadn't let her give me the bath and had my money's worth. It's funny how your modesty disappears when you get into a hospital. Dr. Delaney came in and gave me the once over about 9 AM - said I was coming okay, could go home anytime, go to bed until Friday, eat soft food, take it easy, come in and see him Saturday. So when Willie came, I got dressed my sweet little nurse wheeled me out, and there was the family and I wobbled to the car and soon we were home and I was back in bed again. Somehow, glad as I was to get home, I wouldn't have felt half bad either if I had been forced to stay a couple days longer at the hospital like "Whitey" did. If you could feel fairly well, being in a hospital a few days wouldn't be bad at all.

The rest of the day and evening I spent in reading Sateveposts and sleeping. I began chewing aspergum which helped immensely and today I really began some fairly respectable