Up on time.

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Now, down to take a shower.  Checking on mother.  And, probably, canceling a procedure.  It is her ribs of most concern.  Not sure she will be able to get out of bed today.  Hoping her back isn't hurt too, but think it was her ribs.  So delicate, even I at times, in ways.

Dreamed.  Resurrected from the casting of stones in the form of the bowie knife.  It hurt more to heal than the production of the wound.  Now I am sure I can have dreams continue.  I was pretty sure I have, but heard that isn't possible.  Again, so much for experts.

A shower anyway.  At least food is possible, or coffee, if this is being called off.  I don't want food unless I can't have it.  Go days without eating, sometimes even a day or two without drinking.  But... often merely because I am too tired to even digest food, or get up to tend thirst.  Days, weeks, even a month without eating.  But prohibit it, and often a great hunger develops.

I've been reviewing cheese cake, custard, and a few other mild food recipes.  As well, will be looking over chicken soup recipes, for lighter fair if mother is up for a bit.  I am a horrible son, but do as I may to serve.  When needed.

I just hope she can back off, slow down, rest and sleep a bit.  I will try to help her to her feet, from time to time.  I understand that.  But she really needs to temper her will to act.  I hope she sees this.  Card games, a show, softer easier foods, and such.  I'll bring the dog over, if she can get to the side outside seating area.

We'll do what we can for her.  Later.