That's what my mother said on Monday about noontime, as she lay on the floor in her kitchen until I arrived around 5:30ish on my usual 'check on her' visit that I make daily.

I had a meeting planned at the church for later that night and had considered not even stopping by, as lately I've felt that maybe I need to not make her dependent on these daily visits. But something told me I should go, and thank god I did.

She has a broken hip and had surgery on Wednesday. Last night my brothers and I sat in the hospital waiting room trying to decide whether her total lack of trying to get better/eat anything/confused state at times is due to the meds they're giving her or whether she's losing her will to fight back.

Time will tell...