All day yesterday Mother would make mention of me not feeling well. When she'd see me she'd say, "How are you feeling?" "Any better?" And before bed she said, "I hope you feel better tomorrow". But I was fine. I hadn't said anything about feeling bad or sick or anything like that. Perhaps she heard something wrong that I'd said.
After a couple of these yesterday I was still scratching my head but didn't want to point out that there was nothing wrong with me because it embarasses her when she gets something wrong in her elderly age so I played along, hoping it would soon be over.
This morning she asks, "Feeling better today?"
I lie and say, "Oh, yes. Much better today. Nothing wrong with me."