When Mama's Not Happy

My mom is in her second week of rehab after her pacemaker surgery and she is not happy. She's used to either lying in bed or in her recliner. I think that's what she had in mind for rehab, but the folks there had a different plan.
When I went to see her this morning, she was a little huffy.....actually that's an understatement. She was PO.
They had come early and worked her fanny off. She looks so much stronger now, and I told her so, but she wasn't having any of it.
I decided to keep my mouth shut and just sit for a while. The day was overcast with the wind out of the north west blowing a thick mist. It looked almost snowy, but it's not cold enough yet.
She did cheer up a little when I told her about my new part time job. She likes it better when her kids are working. Just because I worked for thirty-three years straight with Ma Bell doesn't make it with her. You know, "idle hands are the devil's workshop".
Anyhow, by the time I left, she was in a little better mood. They were bringing her a chicken sandwich for lunch and that's her favorite. I said my goodbye's and headed out before her mind drifted back to the evening session in the torture chamber as she calls it, and her mood headed south again. Cause when mama's not happy..........