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Diana's actually writing this one. I called Mom this evening to get her dictated entry and she was pretty groggy, so I told her I would just go ahead and write it for her. She mumbled some sort of consent at which time I told her to go back to sleep.

She had called me earlier today to tell me that the reason she'd been feeling so sore and cranky was because somehow no one had remembered to give her any pain meds! So, now she is over in the rehab section of the hospital, where they pay closer attention to things like that. (I think the reason she was so groggy when I talked to her was because she was pretty well doped up.)

She's also still very frustrated by her sore throat and the persistent sensation that something is hung up in there. One doctor thinks it is some sort of fungus, and another thinks it might be strep. And her comment to me was, "Don't they have tests for those???"

However, she has high hopes to be out of the hospital by next weekend. I will continue to make regular posts for her, though hopefully the rest will be actually dictated by her.


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