In the afternoon Stacy left and I spent the time reading - really just trying to stay awake so I could sleep that night. As the day progressed each pain killer shot lasted longer than the one before. Later in the afternoon Stacy came back and we played cards and read. At some point there were two brightly dressed women were laying their hands on a small boy across the ward and chanting (strangely synchronized, but different words). I thought it might be local healing, but then I realized that I could pick occasional words out - it was a faith healing. When Stacy left at eight I pretty much fell asleep instantly.