In short, I'm hanging in there as best I can, and putting my stress and worries in God's hands, but I am not doing all that great right now. I haven't had the time to sit and emotionally process everything that's happened.

I want to see mom and visit more often, but the agoraphobia, and the fact that the new facility is way out in the city in unfamiliar territory (I had to make 3 u-turns before I could find the place. The sign was hidden behind a tree, and I kept missing it,) takes a large toll on me. Even more so, hearing mom in agony when they try to move her—that hits me the hardest. I'm unaccustomed to being so busy, and I'll need to head back down to the city every couple days or so, until my older sisters can visit again and help me out.

They live so far away, and my father-in-law had already passed prior to mom's fall, so they have to go out to attend his funeral.

If the worst case scenario happens, I'll end up homeless, and have to stay at one of my sisters' places for a while, but I don't know how that's going to work with my three cats.

For tonight, I'm going to try and eat something, and not think for a bit. Hopefully I'll get some sleep tonight.