FINALLY! I never thought I would be so happy to say my dad is eligible for Medicaid.
It has been EIGHT long weeks. I haven’t had one single night in a bed in that time. I’ve been here 12 hours a day on weekdays and close to 18 hours a day on weekends.
It’s a circus here. Always someone coming and going. They are here to help but tired of people. Tired of activity. I just need to be left alone.
Lots has been happening. Let me give you the highlights.
I went to see dad’s room yesterday. He is scheduled to move in on Monday. He had requested a single room. As much as I can’t handle people around all the time, he’s ten times worse. My worst fear was there wouldn’t be any single rooms open. And there aren’t. He is in a double room. With a roommate. Telling him was sheer agony. He spiraled downward very quickly. He asked to be put in bed early. He didn’t sleep. I heard deep sighs from him all through the night.
The girl we pay to get him out of bed called at 6:30 this morning. She was sick and wouldn’t be here. Yikes. I called Warren to see if he could help but he was already out of town. I called another guy. He didn’t answer his phone. Finally called my sister. She isn’t supposed to lift but I needed to leave for work early. She was in bed. But I guess I’ve been doing this long enough that I don’t care. It’s her turn. I have a contingency plan for tomorrow if this girl is still sick.
So much more happening but I won’t bore you with it all now. Just moving ahead finally.
I’m tired. No, I’m exhausted. I’m worn out. But we are in the home stretch.