I'm ready for the week of bad news to be over.
I get a call from my mom last night.
Mom, "Did Ken,(my brother) call you?"
Me, "No, was he supposed to?"
Mom, "Yes he was, so you don't know."
Me, "Know what?"
Mom, "I'm in the hospital."
Me in a very concerned voice, "Why are you in the hospital?"
Mom, "My physical therapist noticed swelling and a temperature difference in my leg and told me to go to the hospital."
Me, "Mom, why are you in the hospital?"
Mom, "They found blood clots in my leg."
Me, "THEY FOUND WHAT?!?!?!?!?"
I'm lucky that my mom has a very good physical therapist.