I was pleased that Redjeb was more alert today than before and for a longer period of time. You must realize this is all relative, but each positive step is welcome, though I still have an anxious panic feeling inside.
Redjeb has also been getting squirmy, wanting to move. Can you imagine laying in bad for weeks, not able to get up and walk around. Now he is, of course, very weak. But he has good color, and now sports a moustache and Fou Manchou (sp?) beard. That is the way they "shave" him.
They have been feeding him through a tube, and he is not allowed to eat real food by mouth for fear of aspiration into his lungs. He talks about chocolate ice cream and banana splits. And hot decaf tea. I have to keep a list of these things for when he gets better.
Short blog tonight. Have been going to bed much earlier than is my custom in my "former" life.
My brother and sister-in-law are here, arrived today. Some friends also stopped by on their way to East Hampton. Also have my host and hostess here in Port Jeff So I am not alone. (And certainly not alone with all the nice emails and blog comments--which I may not answer but do appreciate.
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