Some confusion this morning. My mouth was very dry. As I write this two hours later I’m still confused. My eyes drift in and out of focus making it hard to read and type, and words move on the page. Random auditory hallucinations. I open my eyes and what I see doesn’t match my mental images. Items are the same but in different places. My mind decides that there is some task I need to do with the device I’m holding and I open my eyes and I’m not holding anything. I don’t feel warm or anything like that, I’m not agitated, I’m just confused. I call for the nurse (I find that if I have more than one thing, then its best to say something like “Good morning: I need two things: <pause>” And then number them, otherwise the operator will just cut me off after the first request. Also, it helps me remember why I called the nurse in the first place. It didn’t make any difference this time though, after I asked the operator for a fresh pitcher of water, either she failed to pass on the message or the nurse forgot it. It was good to get her in here though, because one of the things I’d asked for were the “Dude Wipes” by the window, and as I was using them I realized that I’d shat myself, so we had to go over the routine of rolling to one side, wipe wipe wipe, pull out the potty pad, put the scrunched up edge of a new one under my back, roll back over to the other side, wipe wipe wipe, pull out and flatten the scrunched up potty pad, and roll back. The nurse, Emma, is very long suffering. I can’t imagine Mo doing this without complaint.