Mom's home

Before I forget, the song gracing my ears is from Mercscilla. Cheerio, girl.

Been disconnected lately, more than usual, I think. Outside forces. RL intruding. Worry, founded or otherwise. I think I can feel depression rearing its ugly head but like the idiot trooper that I am, I won't do anything about it.

My mom has been released from the hospital for a few days already. Crazy, huh? Less than a week after they cracked her chest open, they told her, stand and be on your way. You're healed. Pffft. Hardly. They need the bed. They don't care that she lives alone and, while they tell her she needs to rest and shouldn't be doing anything, by sending her home they're forcing her to ignore their 'orders'. I don't think that the ten thousand miles separating me from my homeland has ever felt that heavy.

Apologies to everyone I left hanging without news about my mom. She's doing well. Had a chat with her on IM this morning. She's in good spirit despite the pain and the shortness of breath. Has even risked a walk outside a couple of times when her cousin stopped by.

Alright, better get back to that graphic work I'm doing for OSA...