I think I grow no better rapidly. Fortunately on Wednesday
night they succeeded in turning me over; for my poor elbows, having lost all
their skin, were completely used up. Now, if I go slowly and carefully, I can
turn myself at the cost of some little suffering. . . .
Yesterday Colonel Steadman, of the First Alabama, called
with his father. He sent me many messages of condolence, and the rather
unpleasant advice to be cupped and scarified. His profession was that of a
physician before he became colonel. His surgeon, whose name is Madding, told
him he was satisfied that I was seriously injured, though I had not complained.
The Colonel is the same who called when we were in Clinton. They readily
accepted our invitation to dinner, and remained until late in the afternoon,
when Captain Bradford came in. More messages of condolence and sympathy
upstairs, which produced no visible effect on my spine, though very comforting
to the spirit.
SOURCE: Sarah Morgan Dawson, A Confederate Girl's
Diary, p. 288
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