Yeah. My mom keeps being optimistic - first, she said I'd be better by Thanksgiving. Then, she sent me home with lasagna and meatballs (which I totally can't eat) that she's been saving for me. They could continue to sit in her freezer just as well as mine, but she gave them to me on the assumption that I'd be able to eat them before the next time I came home (at Christmas).

Either that, or she's trying to kill me with food. Hmmm....