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The last few days I’ve been a ghost.

I don’t like hospitals – trying to work from one is not too fun either.

The complications from mom’s surgery required an extended stay – and meant more trips back and forth between Pannera Bread (to buy three dollar coffees to check my email), Barnes West (to sit with mom), Mom’s apartment (to tend to “The Need”) and home.

The jumps in improvement every day between Tuesday and Thursday were profound. Yesterday she was released and I shuttled her home after stopping by and picking up a small vat of shi-shi chicken salad which would be her first gal-bladderless meal.

Since Sunday she’s had nothing but a steady diet of Broth, Jello, tea and popsicles.

Hardly appetizing – but I dared not obey her demerol-slurred requests to smuggle in Pad Thai.

I’m catching up on sleep and work while I can.

Thankfully I don’t blog – otherwise I’d need to catch up on that too.

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Mom called the other morning… She made idle chit chat for five minutes before mentioning matter-of-fact that she was in the hospital. The woman’s always had a flair for dramatic impact.

Apparently an especially greasy muffaletta at Growlers Pub was the straw the broke the camels back and made her pass a gallstone.

She’ll be alright – but apparently the attack’s pain resembled child birth. They went in and had to unblock a bile duct and got the 411 on the stone.

It’s the size of a golf ball… They need to yank the gall bladder – which they’ll do next week.

I’ve been up visiting for the past two days. Brought her a mess of roses and smuggled her in a Hershey’s bar with almonds. (her favorite).

She should be released today. Good… I loathe hospitals, despite the cute, remotely cruisey, bearded jewish resident with the kippot.

Am I blogging?