Jimmy hasn't made any progress from yesterday that I can see, but on the plus side, he doesn't seem any worse either.  We were so in hopes that he would be moved out of ICU today, but that's not going to happen.

Last night was fairly difficult, for me, at least.  Jimmy was "feeling no pain," floating around somewhere out in the stratosphere on something.  He was talkative and if he pulls through this, I'm going to enjoy telling him some of the things he said. He kept pulling his oxygen mask off which made his oxygen saturation drop like a rock, so I spent most of the night sitting by the bed, holding his hands down and pushing the mask back up.  I guess I could have asked the nurse to restrain him again, but I kept thinking he'd calm down.  One of the better nurses was not on duty last night.  I think she was AWOL.

Jamey is with Jimmy right now and I'm back at the hotel resting for a while.  The hotel keeps checking me out by mistake, and I think the fact that I can't give them a definite checkout date has the people in reservations confused.  I know I have to be out of here by Sunday, because Sunday night they are completely booked. I'll just move back to the hospital, I guess. Surely Jimmy will be out of ICU by then.