It's 11 AM and I wish I had something positive to report, but things are about the same.  Last night was another Battle of the Oxygen Mask.  I'll bet I got up 20 times to push it back over his face. Anne, our A+ nurse today, says if he doesn't stop, we'll put restraints back on his hands.

We were able to communicate more with him yesterday, but he still comes and goes.  It's difficult to understand what he's trying to say, as his tongue seems to be swollen.  I continue to talk to him a lot, and he makes appropriate responses, and he gives the right answers  to most questions.  Today when he was asked what today's date is, he said, "March......twenty...."  But I couldn't have said what today's date is either.  It's strange how you lose all sense of time up here.

Jamey just arrived and I'm going to take a break.  I'll update this evening.  Pray for something positive.