I have spent the last two weeks staying with my mother at the hospital. She fell and broke her hip. She is home from the rehabilitation hospital now. What a frantic time. Hospital time is "out of time" really. It seemed the days were incredibly long and the nights even longer. Why is it the nights are always the worst?
Mom is doing well considering. In a lot of pain and facing weeks of physical therapy. I am always amazed at how strong and feisty she is. Her generation of women were tough, tough, tough. Yet, she was always kind and positive with the nurses and doctors. I'm sure I would have snarled at them because of the pain. But not her.
I had a notebook and some pens with me. I doodled a bit.