Mom was released from the hospital yesterday. I'm beginning to think she was released prematurely. There is still a lot of mania going on. Her topic of conversation is off the charts at times. And once again, I'm painted as the bad guy because I'm her power of attorney for medical decisions. What she doesn't know is that I've fought to keep her out of a group home for mentally retarded and the nursing home. All I hear is, "I don't want to be here. Why won't you let me go home?" It's not that I won't let her go home. It's that I'm afraid she'll fall down that flight of stairs on the front porch and break something.