I spoke with Mom around 7:45 this evening. She was perturbed because late this afternoon she was asked if she would be willing to switch beds (not rooms) with another patient who needed the larger bed that she had ("there are a lot of big women here right now," she observed). She said she agreed to the exchange, as long as they made sure she had a specialty mattress. Well, the switch occurred, but they hadn't made up her bed yet, and she didn't want to get ready for bed until the bed was ready for her. She was going to buzz for the aide once we rang off.

She's on her own for a bit. Dave is back at his home in Kentucky Sunday afternoon, and Byron and Colleen will return from their weekend up north sometime on Monday. I'll be there Tuesday afternoon to chauffer her to her appointment at the wound clinic. The excitement never ends!