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My mother had surgery yesterday because her body rejected the pin in her jaw. It got infected, and they had to remove it. She has nine stiches in her mouth. They're going to have to try to put in another pin in eight months. She's doing okay, but this kind of thing makes me nervous in a way it wouldn't have before the past year. Watching the progression of my grandmother's illness has slammed home the realization of mortality. My mother certainly doesn't look her age, and doesn't act it. But still.

I am so wiped out tonight. I couldn't say why. But I'm craving biscuits and eggs like mad.