Around 9:00 am the door to the ICU is stuck in the open position and I witness my father sitting on the side of the bed (his face away from me, toward the window.) He is with Laura, the physical therapist. Sue (charge nurse that shift, has British accent) comes to the door and says “that’s your father over there, sitting up. I have to tell you he’s a lot stronger than I gave him credit for.” [I remember this as occurring on Wednesday. Nurse’s flowchart appears to indicate Thursday.]

I ask Sue if it would be possible for me to come in now just to see him and be with him. She leads me into Susan King’s office where Susan explains the importance of ICU discipline. I tell her I understand, and would like to talk with her about another matter. She promises she’ll get back to me within an hour.

I asked Laura what made her decide to get my father sitting up on the side. “He just looked like he wanted to get up,” she said. During the afternoon I bring Rabbi Kawior to see my father, who is now fast asleep.