Mom is in the hospital today, she was sent to the ER yesterday afternoon with two brain aneurysms. They were supposed to do an MRI last night but it didn’t happen. She was supposed to meet with the neurosurgeon this morning, but that didn’t happen, either. So she’s sitting in a hospital room in St. Joseph’s waiting to find out what exactly is wrong with her brain and how someone plans to fix it. She’s enjoying herself watching the Disney Channel (ugh) and waiting. Waiting.

I have not been to see her because I have an irrational phobia of hospitals. Maybe not so much a phobia of hospitals themselves, but I don’t like seeing people I know and care about so… disarmed. So she is going to call me when she knows something and then we’ll proceed from there. I guess.

If you’re the praying type, I’d appreciate a few words for her.