furthermore , despite all the therapy i was receiving , i still needed my liquor like a newborn needs its mothers milk , and had dr. horvt been the least bit concerned about my health , instead of merely eager to ease her duplicitous health practitioners conscience , she would have noticed that my eyes were nearly falling out of their sockets that morning from vomiting and that my stomach was the size of a watermelon ; had she been the least bit concerned , she would have eventually sensed my desperate need for attention , understanding and close human contact , just as nomi had sensed my condition later that day at zichy square .