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Update 3 on my situation... Trip synopsis
11 years ago
For those who need to go back to the other posts; here are the links:
Emergency: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6268956/
Update 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6276577/
Update 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6283451/
I am back home from my trip to Arizona. Thank you to those who helped me financially; without you I wouldn't have made the trip (I very well could have gotten stranded). Thank you to those who helped spread the word. Without you, I am highly certain that I wouldn't have gotten the badly needed financial support; I may have not made the trip otherwise, and have a lifetime to regret not doing it. Thank you to those who helped me emotionally. I dumped a lot of things on some friends (if you weren't included, don't worry, if you'd like me to take an emotional dump on you, just ask!). A co-worker of mine said that this was Hollywood-level drama that I was dealing with. Well, if it came with an acting career, that would be great. As it is, I have my day job. Today was my first (almost complete) day back at work.
Continuing on from Update 2...
The week before I left, I learned that my dad's utilities were turned off, and left work early to get back on the phones to try to get him some electrical and water services back on. After my sister and I could not pay those bills for him (because our names are not on his accounts), we both spoke with him and the social worker in charge of his discharge how important it was that he pay his utility bills and get services turned back on immediately. It was as much as we could do. It wasn't enough.
Against our wishes, our dad was discharged the Friday before I left back to his apartment. No power was on. There was no water. Our dad's cell phone had no charge on it (calls went directly to voicemail). I called my sister and asked her if she had reached dad. She let me know that she couldn't, and on Saturday she and I decided to call Dad's landlord to do a check on him. I left a voicemail with the landlord, and my sister told me that she called him too (I didn't catch the distinction that she also left a message - I thought she spoke with the landlord). With that misunderstanding, I relaxed for the weekend, and worked on preparations to go, including getting a house-sitter (whom I also need to thank graciously). Eaite, I didn't have to worry about my home while I was gone and with everything else going on that week, you did a splendid job.
During the weekend (or week prior, my memory is foggy; oh! there's a fog machine inflating me!)... I sent Dad gifts; my music collection (200+ CDs I hadn't used in years - Dad still uses CDs), some books that are dear to me and Contact Caffeine shaving soap. I couldn't afford to add signature verification, so just sent it FeDex. The package was stolen from his porch at the front door to his apartment. Whomever took the gifts I gave my dad; I hope you burn. You will probably never get caught, but I wish you ill. I can't just buy those gifts again and give them to Dad now. Some of those CDs have been out of print since the 1990's.
The weekend passed, Monday, Eaite gave me a ride to the airport. Due to weather, flights were significantly delayed, and I wound up arriving at my hotel room around 4:30am Tuesday morning. My sister called me and let me know that Dad was back in the hospital. The landlord checked his voicemail on Monday, and checked on Dad in the afternoon (while I was enroute). Dad was found on the floor, piss and shit everywhere, and almost dead of dehydration and starvation. Dad laid down Friday night and couldn't get back up. I wanted to die. I even spoke with Bigphin and a couple others about whether to do a 911 call for a welfare check. The earlier misunderstanding I had with my sister (that I realized at this point was a misunderstanding) almost cost us our dad's life.
Tuesday after resting I also began to feel very sick. I don't know how much of it was crud from traveling (con crud without the convention part). Tues-Thur my days were spent again making tons of calls. The hospital was going to discharge Dad on Black Friday, the day I was set to fly back home. I had a freak-out. Alone, in Gila Bend, 60 miles away from the hospital our dad was at. From his landlord, I got a key for his apartment, and for three days tried to get Dad's essentials to him at the hospital; wallet, keys, glasses, applications for long-term care at places he said he was interested in... etc. On Thanksgiving, I called my sister while she was having Turkey Day Dinner; I couldn't find Dad's wallet.
The long term care facilities needed to verify Dad's accounts were empty in order to qualify him for Medicaid (you have to have less than $2,000 in your name for the state to pay for you; otherwise see the first post about the average costs of long-term care). Without his wallet, and without ID, I was empty-handed. My sister reported the wallet missing; we think the wallet went missing sometime between September and Thanksgiving; and whomever has it did clean out his accounts. When the financial background check-thing was run by the state, Dad was found to have no financial assets. His accounts were cleaned out. Whomever did this; thank you. You cleared the way for my dad to not get given a death-sentence by the medical system and discharged to his house. However, what you did is still wrong and I hope you get caught. Stealing money off someone's Social Security debit card thing, and his other accounts was very wrong. I don't have the energy left to pursue you. So, go get caught and rot in a jail cell. Real quick-like now.
During all of this, I was able to spend some more time with my dad; spoke to him about Power of Attorney and other matters as well as personal matters (between me, him and fence-posts). I love him, I will always love him. Since the trip, the way I think about him is in many ways as if he'd already passed on. I find this surreal, but I also find that I am much prouder of him now than I ever was. He never bragged about his accomplishments; he quietly did numerous things that I consider great.
On Black Friday, Dad was discharged and sent to a long term care facility (who took him in even if it might be months before Medicaid kicks in). I flew home. Was visited by a few folks; some who teased me with inflatables but I was too exhausted and at the end of my rope to partake in playing with inflatables with others.
Sunday night, after a joyous D&D game run by Eaite, I went to the ER. I was feeling really unwell, and was rushed to the acute treatment area. I'll speak more on that in another post; this one is long enough as it is. This wasn't my first Thanksgiving alone, but it was my first Thanksgiving where a few friends on Twitter were there for me, despite me being far away from anyone (I was so sick I was afraid of getting my dad sick with cold or flu or whatever I had and that could be the end of him).
I found God. That Japanese-Ninja-Jesus-Allegory-in-an-orange-jumpsuit-named-Naruto. I've been very distant, because I'm letting the show dictate my emotions rather than give my subconscious dictate emotions by itself (because I am not well emotionally either, perhaps dangerously so); this is a way of me putting distance between my shredded soul and my dad's adventures in medical care. This post is the beginning of me reintegrating with the world. Thank you all for being there for me.
You are all dear to me.
Sincerely,
Baphnedia
Emergency: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6268956/
Update 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6276577/
Update 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6283451/
I am back home from my trip to Arizona. Thank you to those who helped me financially; without you I wouldn't have made the trip (I very well could have gotten stranded). Thank you to those who helped spread the word. Without you, I am highly certain that I wouldn't have gotten the badly needed financial support; I may have not made the trip otherwise, and have a lifetime to regret not doing it. Thank you to those who helped me emotionally. I dumped a lot of things on some friends (if you weren't included, don't worry, if you'd like me to take an emotional dump on you, just ask!). A co-worker of mine said that this was Hollywood-level drama that I was dealing with. Well, if it came with an acting career, that would be great. As it is, I have my day job. Today was my first (almost complete) day back at work.
Continuing on from Update 2...
The week before I left, I learned that my dad's utilities were turned off, and left work early to get back on the phones to try to get him some electrical and water services back on. After my sister and I could not pay those bills for him (because our names are not on his accounts), we both spoke with him and the social worker in charge of his discharge how important it was that he pay his utility bills and get services turned back on immediately. It was as much as we could do. It wasn't enough.
Against our wishes, our dad was discharged the Friday before I left back to his apartment. No power was on. There was no water. Our dad's cell phone had no charge on it (calls went directly to voicemail). I called my sister and asked her if she had reached dad. She let me know that she couldn't, and on Saturday she and I decided to call Dad's landlord to do a check on him. I left a voicemail with the landlord, and my sister told me that she called him too (I didn't catch the distinction that she also left a message - I thought she spoke with the landlord). With that misunderstanding, I relaxed for the weekend, and worked on preparations to go, including getting a house-sitter (whom I also need to thank graciously). Eaite, I didn't have to worry about my home while I was gone and with everything else going on that week, you did a splendid job.
During the weekend (or week prior, my memory is foggy; oh! there's a fog machine inflating me!)... I sent Dad gifts; my music collection (200+ CDs I hadn't used in years - Dad still uses CDs), some books that are dear to me and Contact Caffeine shaving soap. I couldn't afford to add signature verification, so just sent it FeDex. The package was stolen from his porch at the front door to his apartment. Whomever took the gifts I gave my dad; I hope you burn. You will probably never get caught, but I wish you ill. I can't just buy those gifts again and give them to Dad now. Some of those CDs have been out of print since the 1990's.
The weekend passed, Monday, Eaite gave me a ride to the airport. Due to weather, flights were significantly delayed, and I wound up arriving at my hotel room around 4:30am Tuesday morning. My sister called me and let me know that Dad was back in the hospital. The landlord checked his voicemail on Monday, and checked on Dad in the afternoon (while I was enroute). Dad was found on the floor, piss and shit everywhere, and almost dead of dehydration and starvation. Dad laid down Friday night and couldn't get back up. I wanted to die. I even spoke with Bigphin and a couple others about whether to do a 911 call for a welfare check. The earlier misunderstanding I had with my sister (that I realized at this point was a misunderstanding) almost cost us our dad's life.
Tuesday after resting I also began to feel very sick. I don't know how much of it was crud from traveling (con crud without the convention part). Tues-Thur my days were spent again making tons of calls. The hospital was going to discharge Dad on Black Friday, the day I was set to fly back home. I had a freak-out. Alone, in Gila Bend, 60 miles away from the hospital our dad was at. From his landlord, I got a key for his apartment, and for three days tried to get Dad's essentials to him at the hospital; wallet, keys, glasses, applications for long-term care at places he said he was interested in... etc. On Thanksgiving, I called my sister while she was having Turkey Day Dinner; I couldn't find Dad's wallet.
The long term care facilities needed to verify Dad's accounts were empty in order to qualify him for Medicaid (you have to have less than $2,000 in your name for the state to pay for you; otherwise see the first post about the average costs of long-term care). Without his wallet, and without ID, I was empty-handed. My sister reported the wallet missing; we think the wallet went missing sometime between September and Thanksgiving; and whomever has it did clean out his accounts. When the financial background check-thing was run by the state, Dad was found to have no financial assets. His accounts were cleaned out. Whomever did this; thank you. You cleared the way for my dad to not get given a death-sentence by the medical system and discharged to his house. However, what you did is still wrong and I hope you get caught. Stealing money off someone's Social Security debit card thing, and his other accounts was very wrong. I don't have the energy left to pursue you. So, go get caught and rot in a jail cell. Real quick-like now.
During all of this, I was able to spend some more time with my dad; spoke to him about Power of Attorney and other matters as well as personal matters (between me, him and fence-posts). I love him, I will always love him. Since the trip, the way I think about him is in many ways as if he'd already passed on. I find this surreal, but I also find that I am much prouder of him now than I ever was. He never bragged about his accomplishments; he quietly did numerous things that I consider great.
On Black Friday, Dad was discharged and sent to a long term care facility (who took him in even if it might be months before Medicaid kicks in). I flew home. Was visited by a few folks; some who teased me with inflatables but I was too exhausted and at the end of my rope to partake in playing with inflatables with others.
Sunday night, after a joyous D&D game run by Eaite, I went to the ER. I was feeling really unwell, and was rushed to the acute treatment area. I'll speak more on that in another post; this one is long enough as it is. This wasn't my first Thanksgiving alone, but it was my first Thanksgiving where a few friends on Twitter were there for me, despite me being far away from anyone (I was so sick I was afraid of getting my dad sick with cold or flu or whatever I had and that could be the end of him).
I found God. That Japanese-Ninja-Jesus-Allegory-in-an-orange-jumpsuit-named-Naruto. I've been very distant, because I'm letting the show dictate my emotions rather than give my subconscious dictate emotions by itself (because I am not well emotionally either, perhaps dangerously so); this is a way of me putting distance between my shredded soul and my dad's adventures in medical care. This post is the beginning of me reintegrating with the world. Thank you all for being there for me.
You are all dear to me.
Sincerely,
Baphnedia
I need to catch up on life again....
I am starting to be more active in the furry community again as I get back to normal.
Life still hasn't gotten there yet.
Things feel that way; I have so many more posts to write and things to communicate, but we'll get there. :)
Good on yah squeaky. :3
Other journals here will be on happier subjects, I hope.
More seriously, said relaxation has sort of begun, I'm now catching up on life as best I can.
Even if I miss you there for the time being, I'm super glad to know I can come to you. *hughug*