Since I'm at this thread - my knee is still broken, but I'm moving around well enough that I managed to "move" downstairs where I have my own self contained privacy and am out of my parents' way. We share the kitchen but to save time and diffuse tension (I have to sit in my walker seat at the table because I can't stand up from the regular kitchen chairs which means bringing it upstairs and moving chairs around which my mom gets frustrated with too - she is really bad at being around sick and injured people for more than a day or two - her reaction is more like anger than compassion. I never understood it, except that I know her upbringing was hard) my stepdad has been bringing me meals! We are all better off that way. Upstairs was obviously feeling a little crowded and tensions were rising - but I don't have any better options right now. I should've stayed in hospital for a little while to begin with, but the system is too stretched.
We moved the toilet gadget down here, and the bathtub bench out of the way unless needed, so their upstairs bathroom looks less "like a hospital ward", which really bothered my mother's aesthetic sensibilities - she hates hospitals - and wasn't helping us all get along.
She's being very kind to me from the top of the stairs. That's nothing to shake a stick at.
I did "escape" by myself the other day. It probably wasn't the wisest idea but I had to get out of here. It took me 3x as long to walk to the bus stop. Then I went to the nearest mall. In one section of the food court there are armchairs and coffee tables, so I got a coffee - carried it in a cup/ bottle holder I attached to my walker - and put my leg up on the furniture. Yes! Foot...on... Furniture! How freeing. Felt good to be on my own. There are also wheelchairs there, available for loan, which I used a couple of times on other occasions when I was given a ride down there.
Now, I have a bad cold. Which is not a welcome addition but I know it will get better faster than the knee.