Hi folks, Yesterday and today have been fairly quiet days. My dad seems to have some problems with autonomic regulation - meaning that his brain is not regulating temperature, heart rate and respiratory rate as it should. His stomach was really distended and tight for a few days so they stopped feeding him, but now it is softer (although still very round and he has never really had a belly) and he is tolerating his feedings well. That is wonderful, I did NOT like his hard, distended belly. He was off all ventilator support fo 6 hours - just had some humidified oxygen to his trach collar (the "trach" is basically an opening that goes directly into his trachea). That is also good news. His eyes are still taped shut to keep them moist and he is sedated but he was on a very low level of sedation for quite a few hours today. He had a WONDERFUL nurse today and I told her she was the best we'd had. She said she was a new nurse and was still trying to "stay afloat," which I can relate to - new nurses are extremely attentive because you're so scared you're going to hurt someone. Then we get calloused and even nonchalant. Not good. I went to a movie today - Brokeback Mountain. I'm starting to do better at integrating "normal" life and ICU life. I had a dream last night about my dad, a very sad dream but not horrible. He was awake, and could see and hear out of his left ear. He was wearing his biking clothes but they just hung on him because his body was so atrophied. He tried to walk, but was too weak. I got close to his face and said "Do you know who I am?" He said a name I can't remember, but it was someone who has brown hair and might sort of look like me. So I stood back a little and said again "Do you know who I am?" And he said "Yes, you're Holly." "And who am I?" I repeated. "You're my daughter." I woke up around 5:00 and, at 29 years old, went to get in bed with my mother. Good night all. Holly (Dennis's daughter ... forever)