Saturday, Pawpaw had a bad day. A really bad day. He had had a bad night, was so disoriented that he tried to get into bed with his roommate, and had trouble distinguishing between his dreams and reality. He has delusions of being in jail and being physically attacked by the nurses. When my mother-in-law got there sometime after noon, he asked her who she was. Even after she explained, she wasn't sure he ever really knew her, and she cried all the way home.