Tired, but... (and butt)...

dictated to shane from mom (phyllis): Can't get up or down without somebody manhandling me. The person in charge has a german accent. and ken says, well, that's probably what you need. last night, the guy who incarcerated me left me with the distinct feeling he was permanently dumping me off here. i didn't know what was coming next. i was uncomfortable signing his papers. had no clue where my cell phone was. by the time i found ken, i was a blubbering idiot and confused as to what was coming next, thouroughly in fits and pieces. ken calmed me down with the help of some morphine or something and an understanding roommate who called the nurse for me. ken says, yesterday he was one of the worst people (i don't remember that), but today he's one of the best. yesterday was terrible, i was afraid i would never see ken again. but today is much better. pain is better today. the staff here crossed their hearts and hoped to die if they didn't give me the really good stuff. so i am feeling much better. i don't think i'm confused today, but didn't think i was confused yesterday and shane tells me i certainly was. i'll probably be here 10 days. i think gina is bringing me my laptop and i think this building is wired, so maybe i won't have to dictate to shane on the next blog.