Dad seemed more settled and peaceful today; he said he felt a little better, and he didn't complain of any pain. His blood pressure continued to be very low, but was stable and not dropping any further. He slept quite a bit, but when he was awake he was bright and fairly chatty, and he ate some soup at dinner time. While he was dozing, we played some of his favourite hymns to him and we could see him mouthing the words. He complained a few times of feeling very cold, but all of us were cold in the ward on this wild and windy day. In the end, nurses called in engineers to put a deflector on the air conditioning vent so that it wouldn't be blowing directly on Dad's bed, and he felt more comfortable after that.
A doctor came to us as we were leaving to come home. He told us that Dad was "holding his own" with only minimal support, and that they might soon make a decision to move him out of intensive care and upstairs to a different ward.
