Black Tongue Disease

So I woke up yesterday morning with a black tongue, which I presumed was the beginning of some exotic African disease. Well, as it turns out, that is simply what happens when you pop a few peptol bismol before going to bed---something to remember for next Halloween.

The week is past the halfway mark now. It is amazing to see how quickly these young people are recovering from their extremely complex surgeries. They are such a quiet, dignified group of people. I love to see the women come in to visit with their beautiful long colorful dresses and the schoolchildren who yell our way, wave and stop to eagerly pose and have their picture taken.

Things in the ICU are moving along like a well oiled machine--it really is a great group of people that have joined this group. Two more days of surgery and then the ICU will begin to wrap up things with a possible closure next Monday. Then it will be back to the snow---I certainly hope it doesn't greet us at Logan!