Mom had surgery on her broken arm that refuses to heal. They put three pins in and she stayed over two nights. I feel like a bad daughter because I couldn’t go and visit her or help out.  I freaked out trying to study for final exams and write a paper and keep up with my sons activities and not let my house fall into ruin too.

My dad said almost as soon as she woke up from surgery she was having fits about wanting to get out of the hospital, bugging the nurses every half hour for answers they simply dont have and she was super cranky for lack of a cigarette. I don’t know if I could have helped any, maybe helped my dad by deflecting some of the flying objects and nasty sarcasm that she tends to throw around.

Anyway, she’s home now and thinks they finally found a pain med that will work for her. Hopefully she’ll be doing better around christmas, enough to travel a bit to visit my brother. We’ll see.