It’s 1145am. My mom should be seeing her doctor right now. And I’m just sitting here trying to eat lunch. Waiting on a phone call. What did he say? What does he think? We think she’s making progress. We think it’s getting better. But we’re not doctors. We are just people hoping there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I despise this. This just sitting and waiting. So I’ll just sit here and read celebrity Twitter feeds and housewife blogs and hope that there’s nothing unexpected.