" I am fine, for the moment," says my mom. She is drowsy and a bit "stupafacente" literally stunned or in southern Italian "stanod" after 6 straight hours of morphine assisted sleep. She says she doesn't want to eat and refused ice chips? But she has her moments. After refusing she said - " Imagine, me refusing ice chips!" When I say she looks crumpled up on the bed and needs repositioning and she says " I am crumpet." I say "Yes, you are a lovely little crumpet! " Imagining it as an English term of endearment, I use a pommy accent. She says, "No, I am not." We arrive at "cheeky monkey" as her status and she smiles. Very quiet morning. Wondering...
and listening to some nice music too.
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