Dr Addis' office

11 AM Thursday

[Note on left margin] Salt 2.4 Tuesday's sample 6.3g.

Dearest little wife:

I love you, and I'm glad to be able to send you the news that Dr Addis seems to be well please with my progress. My protein is about 4 g now - I haven't yet got the report on blood and casts. My weight is 165 lbs. Dr A says that the trouble with my fingers and toes may be Reynaud's disease - a spastic condition of the arteries of unknown cause and no treatment. Apparently it isn't serious and perhaps not related to nephritis. He suggested seeing a skin specialist in New York.

I hope you weren't lonesome alone in your big bed - but you probably slept with Crelly. I was comfortable and not cold, and I slept well. I delivered my package to Ogg at Palo Alto when the train stopped for a moment.

Mrs Addis and Trigger said that our Christmas card was wonderful. They asked about you. Dr A said that you had written that I was working too hard.

I'll add a note about other analyses [sic] after a while, when I've talked with Dr A again.

Dr A. wants to keep some B complex on hand to give to indigent patients who can't get on relief (out-of-state, etc). I have a notion to send him a bottle of my Thompsons for this purpose.

It was fun being in the blacked-out dining car on the train. The Pullman windows aren't blacked out.

Your own

Paddy

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3 PM - Ferry building - waiting for ferry to get ready.

Dr Addis took me to lunch - with Mrs A. I asked him about my plans for a chemicomedical [sic] research institute. He is enthusiastic - he says that the LA General Hospital is the best place in the world west for clinical material, and that the USC people are very good - especially Ralston, and could collaborate well. He suggested getting Schroeder from the Rock. Inst. for work on hypertension; he had a letter from Page (in charge of the work Oc [?] Helmer was helping with) saying that they weren't getting anywhere.

My blood is at 91.6%. Dr A mentioned that a patient there today had come in in 1922 in just the shape I was in last year. The poor fellow sells Pierce Arrows & now has a stomach ulcer. We are lucky to have a good steady job.

Love to the children & to you from your own Paddy