Moving Day

So, it's been a stressful week. Hell, it's been a stressful month and a half, but the preceding week or so has been particularly stressful.

The staff at Grandpa's rehab center, which once went all-out trying to figure out what was wrong with him, has done a complete 180, hiding behind bureaucratic technicalities and health care system flaws so they can essentially wash their hands of dealing with him. (I won't get into details here, except for a question. On TV shows like Law & Order, a big deal is made of mental competence when it comes to trials and convictions; a mentally incompetent person is not allowed to make legal decisions for themselves, and may not be held accountable for their own actions or words. Why, then, in reality, does the word of a hard-of-hearing man diagnosed with dementia, who has had major brain trauma in his recent medical history and is very likely suffering from sleep deprivation and/or depression, constitute a sufficient excuse for doctors and nurses to shrug their shoulders and say he doesn't need assistance?) I'd say that they're just overwhelmed, packed to the gills with an influx of rehab patients, but to be perfectly blunt about it they're supposed to be trained to deal with it. Grandpa's paying just as much as everyone else; he should be worth some of their precious time and effort.

Fortunately, Grandpa won't be stuck there much longer. Tomorrow (or today, rather, as it just cleared midnight), he's scheduled to move into a small group home. The person in charge seems like just the kind of person Grandpa needs in charge of his situation right now, someone who won't accept malingering or stubbornness as an excuse not to push oneself. Hopefully, the change in surroundings and extra attention will perk him up.

With any luck, having Grandpa out of the neglectful rehab clinic and into a better (we hope) situation will ease some of the stress.

Can't say I'm holding my breath on that, though...

MONDAY UPDATE - Well, Grandpa was moved today. He took it surprisingly well... as in, he mostly slept through the transfer process. We're just as glad to see the backside of that danged clinic, though... they hadn't even bothered washing his hands, even with signs all over about using hand sanitizer.

Today we saw some of the strangest clouds we'd seen in a long time, with some of the wildest weather shifts. The March lion seems to be lingering overlong this year... unless this really was some manner of airborne leviathan.