God be praised! Mom is doing better. She can rest comfortably, so long as they don't have to move her. Having a broken butt really hurts. I got to see her again (technically yesterday), and she's chatty and in good spirits. She keeps asking the staff for a margarita with her meals, lol. Realistically though, I don't know when I'll be able to take her back to the Mexican restaurant again. They just moved her to a different room shortly after I got back home. For some baffling reason, we still aren't able to register her under her name, and she remains listed as a Jane Doe. Like... seriously? It's been like, what? Three or four days now? We keep showing them her driver's license, how is she not properly in the system?!

Lots of questionable coordination. No chaplains were available (though they did send someone at some point, but it might have been the one my sister had tracked down across the street), food delivery was like... oh, you meant you wanted to eat dinner TONIGHT??

But overall, the nurses and doctors were really nice. I'm praying she can get to the point where she can stand without help, so we can bring her home instead of a rehab center.

Father mentioned her name during mass on Sunday, and when I got home, I found a message from one of her old church buddies (and the mom of one of my former classmates) who wanted to find out what happened, and wish us well.

As for me, I'm back to day shift again, and I've been super busy. Mom liked to keep busy, and would always insist on doing the household chores herself, despite my insistence to do them for her. Now it feels really weird doing them myself, with the house empty. Our youngest cat ("mom's" cat) has been taking her absence harder than my boys. She's clingier to me than usual.

Hopefully we can all get back to normal soon, or at least the new normal which hopefully has mom back here at home. Thank you for all the prayers, and keep 'em coming! We need all the help we can get.