arg (and blah)

it's aunt lori calling. "how close are you?", she says. "your mom is starving."

mom finally has an appetite, and she knows what she wants: fingerling potatoes, with some walla walla sweet onion, and irish cheddar cheese. oh, and some homemade vanilla custard with "lots of eggs."

a pot of water has never boiled so slowly. i'm rushing to cook the potatoes, and once they're in, i keep poking them with a fork to prod them along. finally, they're soft enough to eat. i toss them into a container and rush out the door to vancouver.

at the hospital, mom eats. i mean, really, she actually eats. granted it was one potato (no skin) and two teaspoons of pudding, but i still consider it a small victory.

and then this morning, an email from dad:

"Mom had a rough night. Pain and couldn't sleep. She threw up this am too although Kendra (she is here today, hooray!) is not too concerned, thinks it may be because the pm nurse ended up giving Mom too many of her meds at once (she was late on a dosage)."

i'm glad kendra (one of our favorite nurses) isn't too worried, but i'm still frustrated with the night nurse. seems like mom gets better with some nurses and then regresses with others. mom hasn't eaten in a week. i'd like whatever she eats to stay put.

valarie