His mind isn't worth a dime, but his body just keeps on ticking. All he can think of is going home. He cannot for the life of him realize that he's had a stroke, he has Alzheimer's, he has a huge risk of falling, LIKE EVERYDAY, and that I simply cannot care for him at home. I cannot be calling neighbors over every day because he won't quit trying to go and falls down now.
When I pulled out of the hospital parking lot, he put his hands over his face and just cried. He was so glad to be out of there. He just wanted to go home.
Thank you Joe and the universe for making me bear the price of not letting Joe go home.
Every single person out there that reads this blog should stop and consider what plans you have for yourself.
- Which child are you going to task with taking care of you when you've lost your mind?
- Do you have enough money to pay for that?
- If not, is that child hooked up with an elder care attorney to protect them and you from Medicaid?
- Did you take the time to educate yourself and them on what should happen?
- Are you just simply trusting things will work out?
So I drove my sobbing father away from the hospital and across town to another facility for him to live in.
Since I appear to be bitter beyond belief at the moment, just let me end with saying I hope to have my emotions under control sometime soon, and I hope to return to just putting up factual documentation of how the days are faring.