A quiet Saturday

Mom had a quiet but disappointing Saturday. She didn't have any visitors other than me, her roommate (the 5th? 6th? I've lost count) left before lunch and the new one didn't arrive until the early evening, so she had several hours of peace and quiet and got a lot of rest. She was certain that she'd be able to sit up for a while, so a half hour after she had some Vicodin, we got her up so she could sit on the side of the bed. The pain was too much, though, and she barely lasted seven minutes. She described the pain as being so great that "it took my breath away." She was so disappointed; "I was certain I'd be able to sit up." Poor thing. As long as she does nothing and doesn't have the head of the bed raised more than 25 degrees, the pain is tolerable. But if the bed is raised more than that, it's excruciating, even if she's had some pain meds. She keeps asking "why am I not working right?" Hopefully we'll find out tomorrow.