Last night, Anne's leg was getting worse. She was limping dramatically and huffing everytime she had to move. She's a hard one to gauge for pain. She complains a lot about little things, but I worry because forever in my mind I will have this image of her coming out of heart surgery smiling. Smiling. The whole week she smiled. Laughed even though it hurt, I'm sure.
Then again, something is always hurting her. Last time she was here, it was her jaw. It was clicking. I asked her if it hurt. She said yes, and then proving it to me by making it click and jumping in her chair. I offered to take to her the hospital to get it looked at (because that's what we do in Turkey, we go to the hospital in we are ill). She said no and continued to take slow painful bites off and on throughout her visit. The time before it was pain from her scar. It was itching and tight. I rubbed vitamin E on it and told her to rub it. She complained it hurt. I said it was normal scar tissue.
So I was annoyed but worried about her leg last night. She said she thought it might be hurting from her surgery. Her heart surgery. Her heart surgery back in September.
Throughout the night I heard Baba getting up to go to the bathroom a lot. When I checked on him around three in the morning, he was sitting on the coach. Lights on. When he saw me, he said, "Carnem agriyor". My stomach hurts.
Tolga laughed and said, "It's like having Owen and Asher sleep over."
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