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Moments of confusion

A little while ago, Dad came home quite upset.  He believed his wallet had been stolen at the local bar.  He couldn't tell me if he was able to pay his bill.  He also told me a variety of versions of the event.  When he went back there the next day the waitress refused to serve him because "They don't legally serve people over 70".  Which was a bunch of BS.  My guess is that he made a fuss and was no longer allowed in there.

It's a bit of a blessing in disguise as it's a grimy north end bar.  

The issue was his debit/credit etc was all missing.  We stopped the visa card, got him a new debit (which he has now changed the pin code multiple times).  He can't use his old code, and can't remember any of the new ones.  I'm hoping to be able to see his bank and get me access to his account as well.  That's later this week.

Thankfully we found most of his wallet possessions in a park close by.  I still don't know what exactly happened at the bar, or if it was on the way home or what?  His SIN card was here, thankfully.  There was no activity on visa except a monthly payment for some bs shopping company that gives you discounts.  Which I have to stop at some point.  More stupid things to deal with..... 

Yesterday he came home from the LC, I have no idea how they let him in without ID.   He said some guy was trying to "come on" to him on his walk home.  That or he didn't hear the guy well.   Dad threatened him with a utility knife, and told me the outlandish story when I got home.  My guess is the guy was asking for money, and Dad made up the rest.  

This isn't the first time he told wild stories like this.  

Thankfully the MB ID card finally came in the mail yesterday.  I am going to resubmit for the 3rd time a request for a health card, and hopefully that does the trick.  

Yesterday was another difficult day.  Our regular routine is fine, we get home, have supper, he goes to bed etc.  But our day's off are very difficult.  Our vacation was probably the worst vacation I've ever had in my life.  Days of on the phone, going to emergency, etc.   It was just god awful. 

The whole wallet thing getting stolen was the day after another fiasco which I can't remember.  It seems some weeks we don't even get a day to breath.   While I very much appreciate people picking him up and seeing him (he's always in a fantastic mood).  At some point I'm going to need to find him a place, just for my own mental health.  As well for his safety.  He can't be running around the north end buying booze and almost getting into fights while I'm at work. 

Ugh....


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