mom has pneumonia which isn't a good thing when you're 88. she's trying hard to get better and i'm trying hard to be a good nurse. in the morning i walk into her room, and

our routine goes something like this ...
"!!hoy es un dia de fuerza!!" (today is a strong day!!) "!!no hay prisoneros!!" (we take no prisoners!!)
i say it, she repeats it
and then we try and get through the day.


her first medicines made her lose her mind and for a few days and she started to live in a reality that wasn't real. she heard voices that weren't there and saw things that lived only in her mind.
we changed her meds and just as quickly she came back to being herself. but for awhile there it was pretty scary.



we've talked about it and even though the things
she said while she was crazy were funny,
we don't laugh ... it still borders on being pretty scary.

today she woke up and said, "i'm tired of this bug kicking my butt!"
today we're really not going to take any prisoners.