Back from the hospital...

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My mom's mental state seems akin to the general disposition of a rack of billiard balls immediately after the break. Today, she knew where she was, but not who I was (though she did observe that I seemed to be trying to make myself invisible). She resists physical therapy with great gusto, exceeded only by a lack of appetite. If it weren't for the 5% glucose drip, I'm sure she'd be in much worse shape.

Le sigh.

Cheers...