Night

It's amazing what two units of clean blood can do for you. My mom isn't well, but she's a lot better than I expected her to be. And, according to my aunt, a lot better than she was a couple days ago. Still, she's in a lot of pain. She looks like she's in a lot of pain. And although she's lucid, you have to repeat what you say to her sometimes. Sometimes it's difficult to follow what she's trying to tell you. Sometimes it takes her a very long time to finish her sentences. Sometimes she doesn't finish them at all. Earlier today she kept on telling me, "That broken rock you gave me ..." and then "You know, the rocks you give me." I finally figured out that she was referring to her pills. I had to split one in half and it was jagged and orange when I gave it to her.

She slept for most of the day today. I made her mashed potatoes and gravy. My aunt made her some panfried fish. And then we all watched Jeopardy together and, I kid you not, one of the categories was PAIN, followed by, IN THE NECK. Both were categories dealing with the body and medical conditions and I just sat there thinking, "How does one get to be Alex Trebek anyway?"