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A day of waiting. He is on a monitor that draws his heart in green across a scr…

saved Sep 11, 2019 21:15date Sep 11, 2019trap
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A day of waiting. He is on a monitor that draws his heart in green across a screen over his head. I have watched that line for eleven hours. It does the same thing every time, and I cannot stop checking that it has. He is bored, which the day nurse says is the best sign there is. He has asked for the crossword, his own pillow and the lake association minutes. Dr. Valdivia came by at four to introduce herself: small, gray-haired, very direct. She drew the heart for him on the back of the menu, arteries and all, and he corrected nothing. Ellen walked in at 6:40 this evening still in her clinic clothes, kissed her father, picked up the chart from the end of the bed and read it standing, all of it, while he watched her. Then she said, "Okay, Dad," and sat down. The night nurse came on at seven. Her name is Tamsin, which she says is Cornish, like half of Mineral Point, where she grew up on a dairy farm. She calls him Mr. O, and she brought me a blanket out of the warmer and a recliner from another room without my asking for either. At nine she stood in the doorway and told me, as a fact and not a kindness, that he would sleep better if I went home. I believed her, and went. The procedure is tomorrow at ten.

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Date2019-09-11 21:15

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only_in_note Only in the journal: what Ray asked the cardiologist, the night nurse's name, where the sourdough starter came from and its name, who named the dog, her mother's and Lorraine's last words, where she was when three of the grandchildren were born, Don's funeral, and the morning of Arnie's stroke.

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q024 What happened in September 2019? I'd like the whole month back, in order. q030 What was the name of the night nurse I liked so much when Ray was in the hospital?

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journal_subject ←Ray — Contact; journal_subjectRayjournal_subject ←Ellen Sievert — Contact; journal_subjectEllen SievertA day of waiting. He is on a …

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{
 "$type": "n_type_journal_entry",
 "id": "n_journal_2019_09_11",
 "createdAt": "1568236500000",
 "date": "2019-09-11T21:15:00.000Z",
 "body": "A day of waiting. He is on a monitor that draws his heart in green across a screen over his head. I have watched that line for eleven hours. It does the same thing every time, and I cannot stop checking that it has.\n\nHe is bored, which the day nurse says is the best sign there is. He has asked for the crossword, his own pillow and the lake association minutes.\n\nDr. Valdivia came by at four to introduce herself: small, gray-haired, very direct. She drew the heart for him on the back of the menu, arteries and all, and he corrected nothing.\n\nEllen walked in at 6:40 this evening still in her clinic clothes, kissed her father, picked up the chart from the end of the bed and read it standing, all of it, while he watched her. Then she said, \"Okay, Dad,\" and sat down.\n\nThe night nurse came on at seven. Her name is Tamsin, which she says is Cornish, like half of Mineral Point, where she grew up on a dairy farm. She calls him Mr. O, and she brought me a blanket out of the warmer and a recliner from another room without my asking for either. At nine she stood in the doorway and told me, as a fact and not a kindness, that he would sleep better if I went home. I believed her, and went.\n\nThe procedure is tomorrow at ten.\n"
}

Source

personas/retired-couple/records/journal-2016-2019.yaml:761

- id: journal-2019-09-11
  kind: journal_entry
  about: [ray, ellen]
  date: 2019-09-11 21:15
  body: |
    A day of waiting. He is on a monitor that draws his heart in green across a screen over his head. I have watched that line for eleven hours. It does the same thing every time, and I cannot stop checking that it has.

    He is bored, which the day nurse says is the best sign there is. He has asked for the crossword, his own pillow and the lake association minutes.

    Dr. Valdivia came by at four to introduce herself: small, gray-haired, very direct. She drew the heart for him on the back of the menu, arteries and all, and he corrected nothing.

    Ellen walked in at 6:40 this evening still in her clinic clothes, kissed her father, picked up the chart from the end of the bed and read it standing, all of it, while he watched her. Then she said, "Okay, Dad," and sat down.

    The night nurse came on at seven. Her name is Tamsin, which she says is Cornish, like half of Mineral Point, where she grew up on a dairy farm. She calls him Mr. O, and she brought me a blanket out of the warmer and a recliner from another room without my asking for either. At nine she stood in the doorway and told me, as a fact and not a kindness, that he would sleep better if I went home. I believed her, and went.

    The procedure is tomorrow at ten.