The last few weeks have truly been fucked up. My dad fell, multiple times, 2 weeks ago, his neighbor (luckily he has good ones since he lives 150 miles away) found him laying on his bathroom floor, bloody, distressed, disheveled and confused… called 911 and got him to a hospital. He had kidney damage from being severely dehydrated, the onset of Rhabdomyolysis from laying on the floor for possibly 3 or 4 days (no one is sure) and elevated T Cell counts… no concussion or stroke luckily… I think he’s just a depressed drunk who’s given up.
I’ve got to go Wednesday and get him discharged, but he’s got to have a battery of tests to determine the possibility of frontal lobe dementia… so I’ll have to take days off from life to drag his stubborn ass to those, then I have to work on convincing him that it’s time to move somewhere a little closer to the wife and I, like the Vets Home (army vet). Luckily I am his power of attorney, however I discovered that had the unthinkable happened and he would have passed when he fell, my ex step mom and cunt of a half sister who won’t have anything to do with him would’ve been left with everything… part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself and let him just die, but I can’t. He treated me like dog shit when I was growing up and he treated my sister like a fucking princess and here I taking care of him when no one else will.