There. I did it twice. No more listening to piss pots. I can still think of some songs to piss on ("The Battle Hymn of Lt. Calley," for one. It's right there in the DT, believe it or not.)

I saw Sally a couple of hours ago, and she's definitely much better: very alert, responsive to doctor's and my questions, with feeling in her extremities. I think she's bored silly now, staring at the ceiling--and she hasn't the strength to move her hands. She still has a food tube through her left nostril and an assisted breathing tube through her right, and I'm sure she's as uncomfortable as she is bored. I don't know how long she'll need to put up with that: I would think that she must be close to ready to start breathing on her own--and tasting food, as well. I'll get a medical report from Charlie tonight and post an update.

--seed