Mom's been home for a few weeks now. More doctor's appointments are still on the horizon, and visits from the various therapists. Still a little short on sleep, and high on anxiety. Mom is stubbornly independent, and in spite of three broken bones, she still tries to insist on doing chores like the dishes and whatnot. My anxiety dictates I hover over her constantly, but just as she did in rehab, the moment I leave the room she's scurrying about doing this and that. I'm happy and grateful she's up and about this much after such an injury, even if it frays my nerves to no end, haha.