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Moving to long term care

 I had a meeting with the home yesterday.  Dad will be moving to a special unit for long term care in the next few months.  Not sure when.  I am still on call for the time being, next bad outburst I will have to take him back to the hospital.

He's violent and delusional.  The pills can only do so much.

There is more to this but that is the gist.

He Will be assessed again.  The sad but good news is that when he moves i will no longer be in charge of his we'll being.  He will be with professionals.

I met with the bank to move some money around yesterday as well.  To keep him a float for a few months.

During the conversation with the banker she judged me on the expense of the home, and starting suggesting moving him to a cheaper place.  Like it's that easy lady.  Honestly pissed me off.  Walk a mile. 

I get it though, it was never supposed to be long term.  


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