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Aug. 28th, 2003 01:19 pmI sit by my bed and watch over the Maestra as she sleeps a deep, deep sleep.
Last night she collapsed by the piano. Frenchie, Lulu, Frankie and I were the only ones there to help... She was burning with fever. We brought her up to my room, and... I don't know. It was all such a maddening rush. All I saw was her, lying unconscious, and the girls applying cool cloths and ice to her face and limbs. And then Helga came up, and Ophilia... And then Frankie told me Danny was downstairs and had called for a doctor. When the doctor finally came, the Maestra woke up... I was about to leave her in the doctor's care when she took my hand and begged me to stay... And so I have stayed. All night.
The doctor said it was a combination of exhaustion and lack of fluids and food. Once she wakes, she will have to start easy with a light diet so as not to disrupt her digestive system. Soup and plenty of liquids.
I look at her now, and I watch her... Her slow and steady breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the parted lips, slightly parched. The dark lashes, starkly black against the pale of her face. Her skin like porcelain...
My thoughts turn to yet another concern...Ophilia mentioned that she was worried about Rosie. Indeed, I had not seen her all day yesterday... I hope to God she is safe...
Last night she collapsed by the piano. Frenchie, Lulu, Frankie and I were the only ones there to help... She was burning with fever. We brought her up to my room, and... I don't know. It was all such a maddening rush. All I saw was her, lying unconscious, and the girls applying cool cloths and ice to her face and limbs. And then Helga came up, and Ophilia... And then Frankie told me Danny was downstairs and had called for a doctor. When the doctor finally came, the Maestra woke up... I was about to leave her in the doctor's care when she took my hand and begged me to stay... And so I have stayed. All night.
The doctor said it was a combination of exhaustion and lack of fluids and food. Once she wakes, she will have to start easy with a light diet so as not to disrupt her digestive system. Soup and plenty of liquids.
I look at her now, and I watch her... Her slow and steady breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the parted lips, slightly parched. The dark lashes, starkly black against the pale of her face. Her skin like porcelain...
My thoughts turn to yet another concern...Ophilia mentioned that she was worried about Rosie. Indeed, I had not seen her all day yesterday... I hope to God she is safe...