"Where have you been?  I thought you were NEVER coming back! Don't you EVER do that again!" Jimmy complained this morning when I returned to the hospital after a delicious night's sleep. His hands were in the mittens again, and his speech still garbled, but clearer than yesterday and more coherent.  The brain fog should abate soon.  Shona the sitter said Jimmy had been up to his old tricks last night, hence the mittens again. In response to one of my recent blog posts about his nocturnal antics, Tish Johnson texted me, "Sounds like you were wrestling a bear all night!"  Well put.  That's exactly what it's like, and it's exhausting.

When I was in the gift shop a few days ago, I saw this lit-up box that had fake tropical fish swimming around a reef. Desperate for anything to soothe or distract Jimmy, I bought it. Coupled with some soft instrumental  music I found on a TV station, it has a mesmerizing effect. Whatever works.