They moved her yesterday from Villeneuve to another hospital in the area (lack of beds for one, and the other hospital is more geriatrics-oriented).
I visited her today. As they fear infection (the nurses told me about possible tuberculosis) I had to wear a mask, gown and gloves, and hand-wash with red Betadyne when leaving. No taking risk I washed my hair and changed when arriving home - for Paul, I've been vaccinated as everybody in my generation.
She felt better, obviously, she could swallow some liquid food, so I think muscles in her throat aren't paralyzed after all, thanks God. She's patient, which is good as I couldn't subscribe for a TV right now (nothing works during weekend, of course). I'll do that next Monday, and bring her her reading glasses and some cats magazine :o)
She coughed only a very little whilst I was here and seemed to breath normally. She speaks more clearly too. I told her of all your messages; she doesn't know you but it made her smile.

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