Mom is back in the hospital. What fun. What joy. The guy in the ER asked me if I wanted to help check her in because I seemed to know how everything works. This is definately a sign that I've been in the hospital too much. Anyway, she has an infection, which may or may not be related to her surgery, and they'll know more tomorrow. At least she got to go back to the friendly 5th floor with her own room, rather than the ICU.

The only good news is that this means I get to see more of her surgeon, and I have a weird sort of crush on him. He's forty-somthing and has kids, and isn't much taller than me, if at all, but there is just something about him... Perhaps it's the almost arrogant, "I cut people open and hold their lives in my hands" sort of confidence. Not sure, but I have a few more days to figure out what his appeal is.