Things have settled down since the weekend. Whatever happy juice the ER staff gave mom (she thinks it was laudanum-based) knocked her loopy for most of the day. When she wasn't sleeping, she was basically a zombie, which to me was an improvement over her being in constant pain and crying out every time she moved.
Since then, she has slowly gotten better. I've been at her to keep eating, even when she doesn't want to, and while she mostly eats soft foods like yogurt and applesauce, today she was able to enjoy a cup of chicken noodle soup.
Today she moved around the house for around an hour, 90 minutes tops, before needing to rest. She still sleeps most of the day, which frankly makes my life easier as then I really only have to take care of the dogs and do her chores. This is still enough to frazzle me, because my body still hasn't adjusted to the new activity cycle. As a night person, getting up at 7am is really difficult, especially since I seem incapable of going to sleep before midnight, no matter how tired I am.
Still, I'm hanging in there. I'm able to do most of what needs to be done, and I'm not nearly as harried as I thought I'd be. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers and words of encouragement -- they're appreciated more than you know.