Somehow just not in a mood for fibbing right now: I've been in my share of strip bars in the past. Some of them were pits that I never considered going into a second time. In other instances, enjoying the sight of attractive female people helped ease me through some lonely bachelor years.

I came home sadder than I hve been for several days. A woman ran through more testing of mental function than I had seen done so far.
A fair number of simple questions, and a few simple tasks.

Spell "world"..."w-o-r-l-d"

Repeat for me: "pen, key, airplane"..."pen, airplane"
Let's try again: "pen, key, airplane"..."pen, airplane"

Asked to copy a simple pattern of two overlapping squares, she just made a jumble of lines.

Asked to draw a clock face with the numbers, she twice drew a circle approx the size of a nickle. The woman then gave her a good size circle and asked her to put in the numbers. She did put the numbers down clockwise in order, but all along half the circumference.

She named the right hospital chain, and state, but the wrong city.

Judy has been so impressive in her socializing with friends, and responses to routine procedures, that I just wasn't braced for the limitations. The staff, and other folks, have already been assuring me that, with the way she has progressed already, she may make it back much closer to her previous level. But at the same time the staff are being honest about the possibility that she could plateau without getting too much further. Judy took an extreme hit, with a combination of extreme low blood sugar and signicant time before resusitation from the heart attack.

I made it over to a good friend's place this evening (he was widowed about a year ago) and spent the best time talking about numerous things with him that we've had in far too long. I'm leveled out a lot better than when I left the hospital, and hoping for some decent sleep.

I so appreciate the backup from all of you so far.
   
                      Dean