She’s able to speak and swallow food and drink today. It’s a small improvement from yesterday even though her speech is still really slow and slurred. She is still really confused and wary of the television in her room. She doesn’t remember my name or who I am even though I tell her a few times a day. She told the doctors this morning that it was 1975. My mom and uncle are flying into town to be with her but the hospital staff still don’t know what is happening to her.