Pioneer Work in Opening the Medical Profession to WomenBlackwell, Elizabeth
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Pioneer Work in Opening the Medical Profession to Women
Blackwell, Elizabeth
Blackwell, Elizabeth, 1821-1910; Women physicians -- United States -- Biography
duties did not call them to the bedside. The next morning
at ten o’clock we were discharged from duty; it was Sunday,
a comparatively leisure day, and I being a Protestant was
excused from the religious services, but I was too sleepy
to do much. I wrote, walked in the garden and read a little
there, retired early, and had a most welcome sleep and very
pleasant dreams.
Our _dortoir_ is a large airy room, with a row of windows
and beds on each side, divided into two by a large archway;
it contains sixteen beds, occupied mostly by _anciennes
élèves_. I have a window behind my bed; I have shoved the bed
forward, fitted in a chair behind, hung up my dressing-gown,
and put a few books on the floor by my side, and call it my
room. I am now sitting there writing to you. I have just
room enough to move my right arm freely, but I am out of
the way, I am breathing fresh air, so I consider myself
very well off. An old crucifix ornamented by gilded leaves
hangs at one end of the _dortoir_, two little lamps are
suspended from the ceiling, an iron bedstead and a chair
are appropriated to each individual. The floor is formed
of little hexagon bricks, which in some of the rooms are so
terribly polished that I walk on them with difficulty. The
_dortoir_ is seldom quiet; the girls sit there a good deal,
and some who have watched through the night are generally
there in bed; and how French girls do chatter! How they
do go into sudden fits of ecstasy or rage! Once at least
in the day we have a grand storm, Madame Blockel coming
in for some trouble or other, in which she and the accused
out-scream each other, and appear to be mortal enemies for
a few minutes, and the best of friends immediately after.
At twelve o’clock we receive our supply of bread for the
day, which we keep in our bedroom and take backwards and
forwards to meals. I have frequently wished that you could
see me walking gravely along the gallery with my loaf of
bread wrapped in a napkin under my arm. The dining-room is
a large hall full of round tables, only three of which are
occupied at present, as the _élèves_ only number thirty,
instead of ninety, the usual number. At dinner I saw them
all together for the first time; some very pretty and
graceful, some very rough. I am learning to take wine;
everyone advises me to do so, and I shall soon be able to
drink my bottle a day.
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