The Lisa McPherson Files

LISA MCPHIRSON [sic]

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Susann Schnurrenberger

16 - Jul 95

Last night we played cards again. At 10:30 P.M. she was tired and we go to bed. At 1:30 A.M. she awoke for the first time. She wanted to come in my bed again. She awoke from now on every hour. Either she only opened her eyes and said something or she j
umped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Once she said, she wants to make a walk. By the time I got dressed, she was back in bed, sleeping again.

She is saying the same sentences over and over in the last days, like:

"I can't believe that I have to go through this."

"I am going crazy."

"I wish I could cry."

"I don't think that I'll gonna make it."

This morning she also said:

"I think I'll die."

"I am afraid."

After the D of P talked with her this morning, I asked her to get a shower, so she did. Then we made the beds together.

(Yesterday evening, after session she phoned FH reception and paid for the room.

She also phoned a friend because she was afraid to make a mistake not to ask a friend to help her. But that was fine.)

11:55 A.M.