9 o'clock
* * * * * Tuesday 8 A.M. -- Nurse gives me an alcohol bath . 8.30 -- She takes my pulse and temperature and enters them in the Bedside Record Book , afterwards reading me my diet-list . It seems I do not belong to the favored class , which , to be cured , is stuffed with pleasant things to eat ; my symptoms demand a simple , unexciting bill of fare . 9 o'clock -- Breakfast . Fruit in season . -LRB- This is its only name , but everybody knows it by sight . -RRB- Poweretta Grits with Cream .