Explosions in the sky

My nani and I had half an hour to kill this evening and we spent it talking (in Hindi) about different game show genres. Some require intelligence while others require luck. Still others demand common sense. My nani believes that The Price is Right falls in the latter category. She explained (translation mine), "What kind of a dumbass are you if you lose on The Price is Right?"

Today was a rough day for my mom. She woke up in pain--or discomfort--or something that was bothering her all over her abdomen and up through her lungs that she couldn't quite describe. I gave her one tablet of the backup pain meds that we have on hand and that put her out of commission for the bulk of the day.

"Out of commission" is a dumb way of putting it. She spent the entire day in this hazy state of sleep and dream. Dream and reality wove together in her mind. She would be watching TV in her dream and then she would wake up, raising up her hand and pressing down--a gesture to turn off the TV. Or my aunt and I were having a conversation with her (she had been awake ...) about my cousin's highschool marching band, and she would say something about a rickshaw. It frustrates her. I can't tell if it makes her more comfortable or not ... when I ask her to tell me about the dreams she wakes ... into?

She decided to stop taking Xeloda (the oral chemo she's been taking for the last week) as that is likely what is causing this most recent pain. The feeling is similar to what she was experiencing when she went to the hospital on May 26th. And it's troubling that it's a similar pain given that she's on regular pain meds now. How bad must the pain be?

And as I didn't go out to see any fireworks tonight, I decided to make up for it by listening to some early Explosions in the Sky. Wish you were here.