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I am writing this lying in bed—the doctor wishes me to keep as much in bed as
possible—but I have to keep in, as I cannot move yet without
great difficulty, & I am liable to dizziness & nausea, at times, on trying to move,
or even sitting up—But I am certainly over the worst of it, & really—though slowly—improving. The doctor says
there is no doubt of it—
Yesterday afternoon I eat something like a meal for the first time—boiled chicken,
& some soup with bread broken up in it—relished it well—I still have many
callers—only a few particular ones are admitted to see me—Mrs. O'Connor
Mother, I want you to know truly, that I do not want for any thing—as to all the little extra fixings & superfluities, I never did care for them in
health, & they only annoy me in sickness—I have a good bed—a fire—as
much grub as I wish & whatever I wish—& two or three good friends
here—So I want you to not feel at all uneasy—as I write, Peter Doylevery helpful to me—one comes day time, & one
evening—I had a good night's sleep last night—My mind is just as clear as
ever—& has been all the time—(I have not been at all down hearted
either)—(My January pay is due me, & as soon as I get up, I shall forward you your
$20.)
Dear sister Lou,
Your letter came this morning & was very pleasant to get it—I shall be getting well soon—am on a fair way to it now—
latest ½ past 4
I have just set up & had my bed made by Pete—I am already beginning to feel something like myself—will write in 2 days—