In the afternoon when we walked into room 411 at Houston Methodist, Main Building, we found what looked like a party balloon floating around, draped in a purple robe and wearing pink slippers. It was Mom. She had gas, enough to float the Hindenburg. The surgery plus medication plus whatever she's eating all ganged up on her. So we moored her to her bed with her robe's sash. After a while Susana realized she could burp Mom like she would a baby and slowly she started to come down and about an hour later she landed safely on her bed.

Ok so the burping part is true and yes, she was gassy.

The other stuff you hopefully read earlier about Mom's condition is also true. She's better but needs to rest and needs us not to ask too many questions that make her think.



The doctors haven't told us anything since the surgery. Mom herself doesn't know what the surgeon said and hasn't asked. She's not ready to assess her situation and begin planning for her recovery. Keep that in mind when you talk with her.





Yesterday I also found that Nickel had an open injury on her back which had gotten infected. Two trips to the vet and $200 later she's back home wearing a hoodie. What is it with the girls at Tylermont?