I am soooo tired. This has got to be one of the worst days of my mother’s life. Even on morphine, she’s in terrible pain. I asked a wise looking nurse if it would be better after the first 24 hours and she grimaced and said, “Day three is the worst.” Tomorrow they remove the inflatable pressure bandages and she tries bending one while the other knee is going to be in a brace for some time. Poor Doug is playing Mommy while I am at the hospital and I feel like I am being a terrible wife, mother AND daughter. Hello, my name is Cathy. How can I disappoint and not help YOU? At least tomorrow my mother can have solid food, so I can sneak her something tastier than the nasty cream-of-nothing soup I fed her tonight.