[19 Feb 1923]


Monday morning


Dear Mother + Father:


This will be my 4th day in bed. I have 99° fever this AM so I'll certainly still be in bed tomorrow. My voice is still principally absent + my throat still quite sore, but I can breathe thru my nostrils for the first time in two days. My disposition is at low tide + I'm terribly discouraged.


2 hrs. later - I'm not discouraged any more!)


Debate starts this Wednesday. I'm sure they'll keep a place for me. I have nothing else to do now than to wonder which course to drop - at present I'm all in favor of [Ec Sem.?].  My topic is very thrilling + its much the hardest of my courses.


I wish I were home - unnecessary observation.


Love,
Fannie 


(over)
Noon.


I feel much better + consequently in much more hilarious (excuse the hyperbole) spirits.


The other 2 in the ward got up today. I think perhaps I will be by tomorrow.


My throat is much better, but I"m still very hoarse.


Will attend to the blood -count soon. I didn't before because I didn't want to go to the Dr's office + wait with all the colds!


I got 2 prescriptions from [McKennon's] but no letter from Dr. Z. Did he write one? 


The shirt came.