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
no dad’s apartment
no nothing