September 22, 2015 at 12:30 p.m.

Margaret slept fitfully during the night, probably because
she was cold. She has the habit of touching her face and
failed to tuck her arms under the blanket during a night
when room temperature fell to 66 degrees. After I covered
her she fell fast asleep, as she is now.

Margaret's apparent failure to perceive physical discomfort 
(as compared to her exaggerated response to pain) makes it
possible for her to tolerate the total immobility of trunk
and legs with which she has now been afflicted for 13 weeks.

Last night and early this morning, Margaret answered my 
questions Do you want something to drink? Do you want something
to eat? with clear, unmistakable answers: "No." Later this morning
she changed her mind and answered Yes to the question Do you want 
something to drink. I brought her cold whole milk which she tried
to drink through a straw. While trying to swallow the first
ounce she aspirated and after the coughing had stopped, she said 
I drank too fast. She refused to try to drink more.

Our conversation:

MM: "Oh Jochen, I don't know what you are."
JM: "I'm Jochen, and I love you."
MM: "You have to be careful that what you love will not go away."
JM: "What I love will never go away."
JM: "Go to sleep."
MM: "Thank you."