Happy Days Are Here Again

Yes, Happy Days are here again.  Mom came out of her funk this morning.  I was almost at my wits' end about her:  she said that she wanted to die; was being stubborn with the physical therapist ( who asked me to come in and coax Mom into standing up) That was yesterday, and I said to Cheryl the physiotherapist, that 'if she's anything like yesterday, don't hold your breath".  Sure enough, Mom said it was stupid to stand up: they treated her like a child; she wanted to go home, etc.  I told her as gently as possible when we went upstairs that she was deep in self pity,and if she did not snap out of it, it could have a bad effect on her health

Anyhow, God worked a miracle, and Mom was a thousand percent better.  Maybe Aliens came in the night and replaced Crabby Betty with Positive Betty.  Seriously, it was her religious faith, and I am glad that God gave her the grace to see things clearly.