The hospital discharged Dad today. They told me transport would pick him up at 2:30 to take him to the nursing home. Early this morning I went and bought him some underwear, socks, sweatpants, shirts, shorts and toiletries. I arrived at the hospital at 2 to ease the transition. And I waited. And waited and waited. Transport finally arrived a bit past 5pm. It was the last straw for me. I was so totally and thoroughly done in I simply couldn’t follow them out to the home during Friday rush hour traffic.
So I went home. Brni got pizza and I made a salad and then Brni drove us out there to give Dad his clothes and check in on him. He was ok. Tired and quiet. We left after 15-20 minutes since he was struggling not to nod off.
And now I’m home….collapsed in my chair with plans to take the day off tomorrow.
no dad’s apartment