
If things go on as they have for the past week, you will have to think yourself lucky
if you get even a postal in ten days. You must remember that I am housekeeper,
nurse, marketer, & have to see that the house is decent, if
possible, besides being interrupted at every ten minutes to answer some one who calls from a good
motive to ask how Wm. is, but would
do better not to come often.
So far I am the only nurse, & if you have been as badly
off as he is, you may have some idea of what it means. In this case it means that I wash & dress
him so far as he can be dressed,—wash his urinals, for he has to be protected
night & day, from the constant dripping,—& to keep
him at all clean is
nearly impossible. Some nights I get not more than four hours sleep & that very
broken, & some days not one moment to rest at all. To-day I am nearly blind from
loss of sleep. We have some very bad nights since the
attack four weeks ago, & one of
the very bad and troublesome developments is the nausea and throwing up, so you see
that I am not very idle, & I some days could not write a postal card to save
you. You will ask why we don't have a nurse? the
answer is William
does not want one, & is not ready yet, he sends love to you & says tell you
he would write if he could.
P.S. I have had to leave this letter six times to do some thing else.