The hospital are keeping Ma well medicated. She's on the list for surgery in the morning and is not in any distress at all. But possibly somewhere near Pluto right now.
During a brief moment this afternoon when she woke up long enough to realise we were there:
Hello mum. How are you? Can you feel any pain?
I don't think so
Well you'll feel much better after the operation
Are you having an operation?
No, you are.
Am I? Where??
Here. In the hospital.
You fell yesterday and broke your hip.
Did I? I don't remember that.
Oh well, don't worry about it. Have you had some lunch?
Yes I had some brushes.
The fallout from this is likely to be quite marked. Notwithstanding the mobility issue, which I hope will be minimal, this is exactly the sort of thing to generate a noticeable decline.