R. is in the hospital. Arbor Bluff, the cardiac floor, room 4117. He is asleep,…

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 "id": "n_journal_2019_09_10",
 "createdAt": "1568158800000",
 "date": "2019-09-10T23:40:00.000Z",
 "body": "R. is in the hospital. Arbor Bluff, the cardiac floor, room 4117. He is asleep, or pretending, and I have come home for the night because the nurse told me to and because of the dog.\n\nAbout half past two this afternoon he was raking under the honey locust. I was in the kitchen with the list for Thursday's sorting. I looked out, and the rake was lying on the grass and he was sitting on the back step with his forearms on his knees, looking at the ground between his feet. I thought he was looking at the dog. I went on with the list.\n\nTen minutes. He sat there ten minutes before he came in and said, in the voice he uses to report a leak, that there was a pressure in his chest and that his left arm felt heavy, and that it was probably nothing, and that perhaps I should drive.\n\nI drove. I did not call an ambulance, and I have been told twice since, kindly, that I should have. It is eleven minutes to Arbor Bluff and I did it in nine. He held the handle over the door the whole way and said, \"You ran that one,\" at Odana.\n\nThey had him on a table with wires on him before I had finished spelling Ostrander. There are changes on the tracing, and something in the blood that should not be there, a little of it. The word they are using is \"event.\" A young doctor explained that it is a kind of heart attack, a small kind, and that the cardiologist will look at the arteries on Thursday, from the inside, through the wrist. He was admitted at six.\n\nI telephoned Ellen from the corridor at 4:30. She asked five questions I could not answer and one I could, and said she is coming tomorrow as soon as her last patient is seen. David and Kate after that. David went quiet and then asked for the room number. Kate said, \"Is he scared?\" I said he was annoyed.\n\nWhat he said to me, at about nine, when they had dimmed the lights: \"I didn't finish the back.\" The raking. I said the leaves would wait. He said, \"They won't, though,\" and shut his eyes.\n\nMarlene had fed Birdie and left the porch light on. The rake is still on the lawn.\n"
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  date: 2019-09-10 23:40
  body: |
    R. is in the hospital. Arbor Bluff, the cardiac floor, room 4117. He is asleep, or pretending, and I have come home for the night because the nurse told me to and because of the dog.

    About half past two this afternoon he was raking under the honey locust. I was in the kitchen with the list for Thursday's sorting. I looked out, and the rake was lying on the grass and he was sitting on the back step with his forearms on his knees, looking at the ground between his feet. I thought he was looking at the dog. I went on with the list.

    Ten minutes. He sat there ten minutes before he came in and said, in the voice he uses to report a leak, that there was a pressure in his chest and that his left arm felt heavy, and that it was probably nothing, and that perhaps I should drive.

    I drove. I did not call an ambulance, and I have been told twice since, kindly, that I should have. It is eleven minutes to Arbor Bluff and I did it in nine. He held the handle over the door the whole way and said, "You ran that one," at Odana.

    They had him on a table with wires on him before I had finished spelling Ostrander. There are changes on the tracing, and something in the blood that should not be there, a little of it. The word they are using is "event." A young doctor explained that it is a kind of heart attack, a small kind, and that the cardiologist will look at the arteries on Thursday, from the inside, through the wrist. He was admitted at six.

    I telephoned Ellen from the corridor at 4:30. She asked five questions I could not answer and one I could, and said she is coming tomorrow as soon as her last patient is seen. David and Kate after that. David went quiet and then asked for the room number. Kate said, "Is he scared?" I said he was annoyed.

    What he said to me, at about nine, when they had dimmed the lights: "I didn't finish the back." The raking. I said the leaves would wait. He said, "They won't, though," and shut his eyes.

    Marlene had fed Birdie and left the porch light on. The rake is still on the lawn.