Jimmy is responding to commands this morning: squeezing my hand, making a thumbs up sign, and wiggling his toes.  There are still a lot of secretions in his lungs though, and they want him to be strong enough to cough them up before they remove the ventilator tube.

Since I'm a bit calmer about Jimmy, I'll indulge myself with a little whine about living in an ICU unit. Sleeping in this recliner isn't too bad, but I'm awakened often by leg cramps.  William suggested that it might be dehydration, so I'm drinking more water, but the nearest restroom is in another galaxy far, far away, and by the time I make that trek, I'm wide awake, so... if it isn't one thing, it's another...