I’m staying with my Mother in the hospital while she’s getting her knee replaced.

I’m exhausted.

She’s miserable.

So far, according to her, the room is too hot, her feet are too cold, the TV is too loud and has bad stations, the food is terrible, the bed sheets are scratchy and the pillows are lumpy. She can’t get comfortable, she can’t sleep, they wake her up to take her vitals too often and the nurse’s station is too loud.

Most of you are cringing while you read this and I do appreciate the offer on Twitter to Fed Ex me a care package of wine. But, I love my Mom, and I am not bothered… because I see how much pain she’s in. I mean, c’mon, they cut her open, broke her bones and put a ball bearing the size of a lemon in her leg. You can…