And she's doing well enough.
Being who she is, that means she's a bit on the demanding side (squeaky wheels and all that).
Being who she is, also, and on pain meds, she's herself only without social filters. Have I mentioned that my mom is an extrovert? Okay, so she actually tests as an introvert now, but all the underlayers are extrovert central. She pretty much was either drifting off into sleep, fighting down nausea from the anesthesia, or talking. Mostly talking.
Until I massaged her feet and hands, anyway. That brought her back to her full self, not just the raw version. Full self, with color in her face and her skin not all slack and vague-looking, eyes brighter, focus clear, and able to maintain herself without the constant seeping of words that was happening before I tracked down the lotion and got to work on her hands and feet.
Granted, I say that knowing that I'm more of an extrovert than she is... oh, yeah, I'm sure my sister remembers me talking to her non-freakin-stop when I had my wisdom teeth out. It was kinda funny, from my side. And even epeepunk gets chatty when he's loopy post-op, and he's no extrovert.
Anyway, we're managing, which means everyone is doing too much.
Surgery went well - and for a major change, hospital time didn't mean 'take all estimates and multiply by three' (they usually have something come up somewhere that means they're just not able to make it back around as planned), but instead, the surgeons were HOPPING, cranking through the 18 hip and knee replacements going through today. The first surgery was done ahead of schedule, and they just kept cycling through, so my mom was out of surgery an hour before I expected her to be, and by 11 people were barely getting themselves situated before they were getting called to say their loved one was already done.
Fast surgery, in this case, is also good. Though they still do the anesthesia expecting a longer go, so it can take a while to get out of the recovery area.
Anyway, she's moving her toes and doing her exercises and resting. We're not expecting tomorrow to be fun (first PT session at 1 PM), but we do expect it to be successful.
Carrying on... right off to bed, now that the extra two cups of coffee are starting to ease out of my system.