Good Friday, April 22nd, 1927
My Alex: Alicia has written to me; but since March 28th neither she nor anyone else has had the slightest news of you… There is nothing comparable to the desperation of not knowing anything about you for a moth.
I’m still unwell, I’m losing a lot of weight; and the doctor decided after all to have me wear the plaster corset for three or four months, because that grooved thing, even though it’s a little less bothersome than the corset, is not as effective since as it’s a question of being in in for months, the patient gets sores, and it’s easier to cure the sores than the illness. With the corset I’m going to suffer horribly, because I need it to be immobile and to put it on me they are going to have to hang me from my head and wait until it dries, otherwise it would be completely useless because of the warped position my spine is in, an by hanging me they are going to try to get me as straight as possible, but because all of this, and it’s not the half of it, you can imagine how I will be suffering and what I need. The old doctor says the corset gives very good results when it is put on properly, but that’s still to be seen and devil doesn’t take me they are going to put it on me on Monday in the Hospital Francés...