November 25, 1944

Distressingly tired and ill again, and though I tried to conceal it from Catesy, I knew that he knew. Knowing that he was worried about my eating only increased my nervousness as I tried to swallow the rice mush.

If I could only stay in bed to get some strength, but nurses and doctors were needed desperately. The nurse who relieved me at 7 a.M. had long since given up her work because of illness. I saw her at the laundry troughs this morning and her face was gray-white in the harsh morning light. It was hard to believe that only three years ago she had been a radiant bride. I wondered if she was just as shocked by my looks.