Sunday morning we received a phone call from my dad's ward at the hospital. They told us that dad was displaying the symptoms of a lung infection, and that his lung appeared to have partially collapsed. As a result, he was being moved back to Critical Care. Sunday was a difficult day.
Come Monday morning dad was once again stabilized. The Critical Care team told us that the samples taken from his lungs had come back clear of any infection. However, he was still heavily reliant on the ventilator. Until that changes he will remain in Critical Care.
Dad seems a little more upbeat about the whole situation. We've adopted the method of communication seen in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. His input into the conversation is just as tasteless as ever. We were talking about his sister being a qualified masseuse, and how she'd offered to work on his legs. He immediately made the eye gesture that lets me know that he wants to say something. This is what we got, "Does massage have happy ending?". Naturally, I was all, "Eww, that's your sister!". His response, "I'm on drugs!".
Worst part: having to explain to my mother what a happy ending is.