CJ had a long line of visitors, which he loved, but it sure wore him out. By the end of the evening, he was exhausted & grouchy. Throughout the day, he struggled with nausea, but he never threw up again.
We were told of a private room that was opening up and asked if we wanted it. With the horrible experience of the previous night, we definitely took the opportunity to move.
Sometime between 9:00 & 9:30, CJ seemed to turn a corner, and finally found his appetite. He had some chicken noodle soup, pudding, and beef jerkey. And he started drinking even more.
With the knowledge that he was feeling better and that we wouldn't be getting any midnight roomies, hopes were high for a good night's sleep.