Today I spoke with my home care representative. And after a month of being monitored at Dad's current living quarters the decision has been made to move him to long-term care. Basically what that means is that they're unable to care for him as well. So within the next two weeks he's going to be moving to long-term care facility. I am able to put him on a list for my preferred home which is going to be very close to our house. He may end up in one spot and then be moved to the one that I want him in basically based on bed availability. It's extremely difficult obviously and very s***** but at least I know that he'll be being taken care of correctly and well. And I won't be having to rush down to his current home all the time when he hasn't showered or he's not eating enough etc.
I'm overwhelmed. The loss of my dog is not helping the situation. I'm slowly dragging my heels on things, because I'm worried about how my Dad is going to react. We have started the paperwork to do home care, likely 3 times a week. They would come in and make sure he eats and takes his pills. My thought was mon-wed. I'm home on thursday and the day program would be friday. As well it looks like we are setup for a day program (well we will be when I make the call). I am always making the calls. To the point that I can't remember if I called someone or not. The day program will be once a week. It looks like we do not qualify for any respite whatsoever. For the simple sake that he is extremely independent. I know he is going to fight me on all of this. And it fucking sucks. Like it really fucking sucks. Which is why I have difficulty making these calls. I've got a meeting...
Comments
Post a Comment