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(Jane was okay on her side. Did okay in hydro, trying out a few motions. No BM this morning, though. Patty, RN, took cultures of both leaking ulcers on her hips for tests. No discomfort. Jane ate a good lunch. She had a cigarette at 2:05 while I worked on mail.

(3:05. Jane did well, reading yesterday’s session aloud. She’s getting catheter spasms. At times she sees the typed page much darker than usual—a good sign of improvement, the potential there. She exclaimed over the sudden changes.

(3:40. Jane began making throaty noises and lifting her left leg up and flexing the foot—2” off the mattress. Her right foot started moving also. Then her head and shoulders began moving against the pillow and mattress. “Is the door closed?”

(3:53. Groaning rapidly, Jane began lifting left leg high up. The right foot moved and she began thrashing her body from side to side. Good motions.

(4:00. After LuAnn gave Jane eye drops my wife’s feet both began going, left one up in the air. She began strong head motions with many noises. Rest, the left ankle still flexing on the bed at 4:05.

(4:06. Suddenly, off the bed, Jane’s left foot began rotating at the ankle in a different fashion. “A new movement,” I told her enthusiastically, and she could feel it. Rest.

(4:08. Suddenly her left leg lifted clear of the bed, and Jane cried out and made other noises as the ankle began rotating again, quite flexibly. It seems the folded pillow under her left leg acts as a handy fulcrum for leg movements, offering her some support and confidence when she starts moving. But when she lifts her foot off the bed, the leg is clear of the pillow support.

(4:20. Jane told me about Toni, a large woman who often takes care of her at night, and whom I’ve never met. She has four boys, graying hair, etc. This reminded me that although I’m with my wife there are still portions of Jane’s life I’m quite unfamiliar with—people she knows whom I never see.

(Then she told me about a new nurse who fed her breakfast and made her mad by talking about Jane’s going to “another facility.” Not having time to give her a smoke, etc. Jane said she wasn’t going anywhere. The nurse checked with the station to see if Jane could smoke. It was okay. I told Jane to tell the person to go jump in the lake. She didn’t show up while I was there. Had been called in from another floor to help out.

(“I’m telling you to get it off my chest,” Jane said. She’d also told Patty.

(4:30. After a cigarette Jane’s left foot began moving quite freely at the ankle in a new way. Then head and shoulders again, and more noises and heavy breathing. Left leg up, torso side to side—almost violent motions for my wife—excellent signs. Jane felt motions in her hips and right leg and stomach—I could see them. Her right leg, which hadn’t moved much, felt “hotter than hell inside.” Increased internal muscular activity and circulation, I said. “Now I’ve got that electric feeling in my toes—the one on my right foot next to the little toe prickles like crazy.” Another good sign.

(Then at 4:40 Jane told me to get the pad out. A minute later she started the session.)

(4:45 PM. “I think he stopped because I had a slight spasm,” Jane said. “We also forgot to remind someone about the dinner tray.” She meant seeing to it that we got it on time.

(“Write it down and ask him,” Jane said. “I suppose I’ve got to turn over, but I don’t want to....”

(But she did quite well when I turned her, and I massaged Oil of Olay into her hands and feet, legs and arms. The tray came [via Susie] even before I took my nap from 5:05 to 5:35. It was easy to put Jane back on her back. Once again she ate well—a most encouraging sign, because of the nourishment it bespoke. And I felt that now familiar but never-taken-for-granted hope and enthusiasm as I walked down the hall after leaving her at 7:05 PM. I’d read the prayer with her five minutes earlier.)