Attempting a diagnosis

 I'm going to back track to the past few months and things that happened as time goes on.  While things are fresh I'll talk about them.

The struggle to get a health card has taken months.  We got one rejection, and I've sent out more inquiries in hopes of moving forward.  I was told by the local health authorities that in order to get a diagnosis I need the card.

Rock and a fucking hard place.

While on vacation we spoke with our neighbor who suggested we goto emergency.

Considering we are at our wits end, it seemed like a exemplary plan.

We lie tell him we are going because of his sore knee and bad hearing.

Eta on waiting was 13 hours.  He was ansy 35 minutes in.  There was no way it was going to work.

Nurse triaged and confirmed dementia, him beating around the bush when asked questions.  He's sneaky.  Unfortunately confirmed during triage means nothing.  There was a strong likelihood of we stayed they would have admitted him to the psych ward.

My wife called his doctors office, even though he was out of town.  Hoping against hope.  They said no problem.

It was a problem.  

I spoke with another doctor who had no clue we were coming.  Dad was called in by himself but I went to talk first.

They stone walled me due to legal restrictions and provincial boundaries.  Basically bs.

So we left, went home had hot dogs probably.

Don't know if I mentioned but we have lots.

My plan is to wait for the card, get an in-home diagnosis then get home care.  Until then I'll attempt to not loose my shit.