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Brief update

 It seems I'm extending the time between visits to basically three weeks.  I just can't handle it anymore.  I'm very hard on myself and I know that I'm not doing my best.  I'm not caregiving.

Nothing has happened with long term care yet.  At some point the money will run out.

Maybe it was a bad decision to put him in that place?

From what I gather no other place will take him.  Based on his behaviour.  I'm currently on no lists that I know of.  

I don't believe he has officially been paneled yet.  Although when it gets done , they back date from the time he started supportive housing.

I'm really at a loss.  

I have a call in to the funeral home for a meeting next week to arrange things for the future.

They called back and I haven't had the ability to call them again.  Nerves I guess?

Going to email home care tomorrow and see if there is any news.

There is sooooo much I should be doing.  I should be doing what I was doing when he was here.  On the phone all day.

I just don't have the energy anymore.

It's all going to fall apart and I will be the only one to blame.


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