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6.
There is much to tell you about darling, & I must
get started again. I must not sit at this writing
table all the time thinking about you & pining
for you & writing about how I want you, though
I could quite easily do nothing but these things.
But you would never get any news of me
in this way.
Today i am very well, feeling fine, but
have not been too good for the last few days. On
Tuesday afternoon I had a pretty awful tum ache,
but put this down to eating & drinking too
much, too many strange things in port. But
in the evening this developed into stabbing
pains, low & on the right side of the tum.
I also had a sore throat, which somebody
said usually went with appendicitis. So,
feeling very sorry for myself, & wondering if
the M.O was also a surgeon, I went along
to see the man. He sent me to bed &
came & sounded my chest & pushed my
tum & looked down my throat, & told me to
stay there. I had a fairly painful night
& hardly slept at all - & the doc brought me
some pills & gargle in the morning. By
lunch time I was much better, & the
doc came again & said I could get