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End Of October

Going to see Dad tomorrow night.  I'm at my witt's end with the fucking home.  He hasn't showered in almost 2 months.  He has been wearing the same clothes for almost as long.  They call me when he's not eating, or when he hasn't showered.  I had a one day break about a week ago, then got a call, played phone tag and worried for 5 days, finally got a hold of someone just to find out it is the same old story. 

I had a conversation with the resident manager, and it looks like "they are going to make a decision in a month about moving him to long term care".  

Honest opinion it's not going to happen.  I've been fucked twice already by LTC.  It will be the best thing for him.  

The last assessment he had they deemed that he is "right where he is supposed to be".  

I'm thinking that in the next month I am going to get calls basically daily.  I honestly think it's their MO to be doing this, waiting to see whose going to crack first. 

Wednesday I'm going down with a pizza (and possibly beer) to see if he will eat.  I am bringing him new clothes, shoes, and pjs.  This will be the 3rd time I've gotten him to try and shower and he refuses. 

The last time he wasn't eating I ran out and got him a corn beef sandwhich that he loves, got there only to find out they were already feeding him lunch and he wasn't hungry.  He wasn't even excited about the sandwhich (this is his favourite thing).  Note:  I let them know I was doing this.  


  

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