All goes well except the dopey drugs have her having imaginary phone conversations with people she hasn't spoken to in twenty years. Now in a private room, mostly coherent for most of the time and in some pain, which is to be expected. Except for totally freaking out the night before not knowing where she was, thinking she was home next to me in bed, she seems to be doing better now. Just not a restful night for Donna. She sleeps now. I'll visit later on.