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Mum's still in the hospital today, though that's expected and she's doing much better than she was. We've had the requisite eleven-at-night-emergency-call because they kept trying to make her do something she didn't want to. And it turns out didn't need to, though Lucky had to drive down there and shout before they'd listen. I offered to go with him, but thankfully did not have to.

This a conversation the physical therapist had with my mother about her knee replacement:

Therapist: *pointing to the 1-10 pain scale* So where is your pain at today?
Mum: It's in my knee.
Me: *quietly dies in the background*

Meanwhile, I have deveoped a theory about the hospital cafeteria. It's super-tiny; it has a salad bar that's about two feet square, a bunch of prepackaged snacks, a "grill", and an "entree" station. The "grill" for the last three days has been entirely composed of fried food, while the entree station has involved a lot of cream sauces and carbohydrates. Weirdly unhealthy for a hospital. I looked around while we were there for lunch today and realised that the patients don't eat there and neither do the medical staff -- so this is a cafeteria which is basically devoted entirely to supplying comfort food to families. It's like one big heating-tray of sublimated anxiety.

Unfortunately between the chicken pasta and the fried food there was not much I could reasonably eat, so I had to settle for some hummus.

You know what's not that comforting? Hummus.