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No MFF for me this year, most likely.
Posted 9 years agoThe possibility of me attending my home furcon has dropped to a number you can count on two hands. In addition to sudden familial issues, I can think of three other complications that have deterred me from going this year.
Hotel Room Troubles: Rooms at the hotel MFF takes place in sold out within FIVE minutes of opening reservations back in April, and no other hotel within walking distance (half a mile, or just under a kilometer) has made arrangements with MFF. Neither I (obviously) nor anyone else I know was able to secure a reservation there.
In addition, MFF shut down its forums last year for never-revealed reasons. Since they were the one place where other furs could negotiate to get a room at the hotel, MFF Staff encouraged users to use a website specifically made to negotiate hotel rooms at furcons. That might have worked well... except this year since April there have been over 50 users asking for a room at the MFF hotel, and there have been a grand total of only five offers for hotel room space on that site, with none of them offering space at the MFF hotel.
Lack of Attending Friends: Less than two months away from MFF, and only two friends of mine have confirmed to be attending, and they're attending only because a popufur friend they know managed to squeeze them into a room at the MFF hotel. Since they are rather big names themselves, they will no doubt be surrounded by their fans and would not have the time to stay with someone as "insignificant" as myself. Other friends that would have liked to attend are unable to due to either "lack of funds" or "no time off of work".
Last Year's Misery: 2012, 2013, and 2014 were all good times I had at MFF, and could even say that they were the only truly happy times I had in the past five years. MFF 2015 was not as happy, however, due to getting sick from food, a severe reduction on the con's ConSuite watering hole, and a total lack of anyone I knew attending due to jobs and funds. That is acting like a slight deterrent, but it's still a valid deterrent.
Going to MFF might still be in the cards, but at this point something along the lines of all the planets and dwarf planets aligning is what's needed to make it happen.
Hotel Room Troubles: Rooms at the hotel MFF takes place in sold out within FIVE minutes of opening reservations back in April, and no other hotel within walking distance (half a mile, or just under a kilometer) has made arrangements with MFF. Neither I (obviously) nor anyone else I know was able to secure a reservation there.
In addition, MFF shut down its forums last year for never-revealed reasons. Since they were the one place where other furs could negotiate to get a room at the hotel, MFF Staff encouraged users to use a website specifically made to negotiate hotel rooms at furcons. That might have worked well... except this year since April there have been over 50 users asking for a room at the MFF hotel, and there have been a grand total of only five offers for hotel room space on that site, with none of them offering space at the MFF hotel.
Lack of Attending Friends: Less than two months away from MFF, and only two friends of mine have confirmed to be attending, and they're attending only because a popufur friend they know managed to squeeze them into a room at the MFF hotel. Since they are rather big names themselves, they will no doubt be surrounded by their fans and would not have the time to stay with someone as "insignificant" as myself. Other friends that would have liked to attend are unable to due to either "lack of funds" or "no time off of work".
Last Year's Misery: 2012, 2013, and 2014 were all good times I had at MFF, and could even say that they were the only truly happy times I had in the past five years. MFF 2015 was not as happy, however, due to getting sick from food, a severe reduction on the con's ConSuite watering hole, and a total lack of anyone I knew attending due to jobs and funds. That is acting like a slight deterrent, but it's still a valid deterrent.
Going to MFF might still be in the cards, but at this point something along the lines of all the planets and dwarf planets aligning is what's needed to make it happen.
More Sorrow...
Posted 9 years agoDamn, what another downer of a week...
This one has some background info that needs to be shared.
One of my Aunts was born with mental handicaps and was considered legally retarded (Back in the day. Nowadays would be considered borderline) and as such wasn't able to be self sufficient, but she had enough competence to have an actual conversation with (albeit slow). she had a sense of right and wrong too.
On May 15th, My mentally handicapped aunt is in the hospital's ICU with a real serious infection (they wouldn't give me more detail on that). Her kidneys were quite weak from kidney stone surgeries, and the strong antibiotics would have shut her kidneys down, so they gave her a lesser-strength antibiotic to help treat the infection and save her kidneys, but this antibiotic has a rare side effect of cardiac arrest.... She flatlined... it took them 8 minutes of resuscitation to get her heart beating again, and brain damage starts around the 5 minute mark; and because she's legally retarded, her brain suffered greatly... The hospital called my Mom and asked for her permission to put a DNR on my aunt...
We haven't heard anything until the 18th, when a close family friend of my Mom and Aunt's called the hospital and told us that she was moved out of the ICU and is doing okay, despite that she suffered a lot of brain damage.
We didn't hear anything until the 21st, and said family friend called the hospital again. My aunt was missing.... MISSING...! Further investigation showed that Aunt was discharged. We were not informed. The family friend was not informed. The residential facility that was taking care of my Aunt was not informed. We were in a panic
Today, on the 22nd, the family friend called, saying that my Aunt has been found... in the hospital's morgue.
The Hospital's. MORGUE
My Aunt has been dead for a couple days already, the hospital told no one, and they were going to ship her to the Downtown Chicago Morgue.
We caught them in time to keep her from being sent to that bureaucratic nightmare, but still... I've just gotten over Dad's death and burial...
Nothing can be done now, although hugs would be nice. I just gotta get through this...
She was one of the nicest, sweetest people around, even if her special needs got in the way. Never held a grudge against anyone.
R.I.P my sweet Aunt, an Original Special Olympian.
(April 3, 1952 - May 19, 2016)
This one has some background info that needs to be shared.
One of my Aunts was born with mental handicaps and was considered legally retarded (Back in the day. Nowadays would be considered borderline) and as such wasn't able to be self sufficient, but she had enough competence to have an actual conversation with (albeit slow). she had a sense of right and wrong too.
On May 15th, My mentally handicapped aunt is in the hospital's ICU with a real serious infection (they wouldn't give me more detail on that). Her kidneys were quite weak from kidney stone surgeries, and the strong antibiotics would have shut her kidneys down, so they gave her a lesser-strength antibiotic to help treat the infection and save her kidneys, but this antibiotic has a rare side effect of cardiac arrest.... She flatlined... it took them 8 minutes of resuscitation to get her heart beating again, and brain damage starts around the 5 minute mark; and because she's legally retarded, her brain suffered greatly... The hospital called my Mom and asked for her permission to put a DNR on my aunt...
We haven't heard anything until the 18th, when a close family friend of my Mom and Aunt's called the hospital and told us that she was moved out of the ICU and is doing okay, despite that she suffered a lot of brain damage.
We didn't hear anything until the 21st, and said family friend called the hospital again. My aunt was missing.... MISSING...! Further investigation showed that Aunt was discharged. We were not informed. The family friend was not informed. The residential facility that was taking care of my Aunt was not informed. We were in a panic
Today, on the 22nd, the family friend called, saying that my Aunt has been found... in the hospital's morgue.
The Hospital's. MORGUE
My Aunt has been dead for a couple days already, the hospital told no one, and they were going to ship her to the Downtown Chicago Morgue.
We caught them in time to keep her from being sent to that bureaucratic nightmare, but still... I've just gotten over Dad's death and burial...
Nothing can be done now, although hugs would be nice. I just gotta get through this...
She was one of the nicest, sweetest people around, even if her special needs got in the way. Never held a grudge against anyone.
R.I.P my sweet Aunt, an Original Special Olympian.
(April 3, 1952 - May 19, 2016)
One Downer of a Week
Posted 10 years agoI want to thank everyone that expressed their sympathies and condolences over the death of my Dad here and on Skype. It means a lot to me.
Dad has been buried at a National Cemetery for veterans and other armed forces members, one full week after he died. We felt he deserved it. It'll be a few weeks before his tombstone is up though.
Now time can begin healing the wound...
Dad has been buried at a National Cemetery for veterans and other armed forces members, one full week after he died. We felt he deserved it. It'll be a few weeks before his tombstone is up though.
Now time can begin healing the wound...
Heavy Sorrow
Posted 10 years agoWell... it finally happened.. the day I've been dreading has come...
My Dad has died.
Early-onset Alzheimer's and Severe Diabetes is what did him in. He was only 66 years old...
There really isn't anything that anyone can do... only time can heal this wound...
This wound may take a lot longer to heal than most... for obvious reasons...
Please, don't get upset if I don't respond for a while. This is something I have to deal with.
Although... I could use all the hugs all of you can give...
He was a good man. He was quirky, but never had a bad thing to say to anyone.
R.I.P. Dad, your long night is finally over.
(February 25, 1949 - October 21, 2015)
My Dad has died.
Early-onset Alzheimer's and Severe Diabetes is what did him in. He was only 66 years old...
There really isn't anything that anyone can do... only time can heal this wound...
This wound may take a lot longer to heal than most... for obvious reasons...
Please, don't get upset if I don't respond for a while. This is something I have to deal with.
Although... I could use all the hugs all of you can give...
He was a good man. He was quirky, but never had a bad thing to say to anyone.
R.I.P. Dad, your long night is finally over.
(February 25, 1949 - October 21, 2015)
French Toast Crunch's "Remember the '90s?" Meme
Posted 10 years ago"The year was 1995. General Mills had just come out with a whole new cereal bursting with cinnamon and syrup taste called French Toast Crunch. Well, it's back and tastes as good as you remembered. Pour a bowl and see how many of these '90s pop culture facts you recall. Score a point for each you remember.
[ ] You played Grunge or Hip-Hop jams on your boom box.
[ ] You remember gas being under $1.
[ ] You insisted that people "Talk to the Hand".
[ ] You had clothes that were either baggy, backward, or neon.
[ ] You secretly prepared for Y2K.
[ ] You went to the video store to rent VHS tapes.
[ ] You knew the Macarena dance by heart.
[ ] You tight-rolled your jeans.
[ ] You practiced doing the "Running Man" in the mirror.
[ ] You had a poster of your favorite boy band on the wall.
[ ] You played video games at home more than the arcade.
[ ] You used the term "Chillin' at my Crib."
[ ] You frosted your hair.
[ ] You totally ate French Toast Crunch for breakfast.
[ ] You occasionally threw the word "NOT" in at the end of a sentence.
TOTAL:
Score Chart (So were you "da bomb"? Add up your score below.)
12-15: Oh, Snap! You're totally from the '90s!
11-10: You're All That and a Bag of Chips
09-08: It's All Good.
00-07: Don't Go There!!
[ ] You played Grunge or Hip-Hop jams on your boom box.
[ ] You remember gas being under $1.
[ ] You insisted that people "Talk to the Hand".
[ ] You had clothes that were either baggy, backward, or neon.
[ ] You secretly prepared for Y2K.
[ ] You went to the video store to rent VHS tapes.
[ ] You knew the Macarena dance by heart.
[ ] You tight-rolled your jeans.
[ ] You practiced doing the "Running Man" in the mirror.
[ ] You had a poster of your favorite boy band on the wall.
[ ] You played video games at home more than the arcade.
[ ] You used the term "Chillin' at my Crib."
[ ] You frosted your hair.
[ ] You totally ate French Toast Crunch for breakfast.
[ ] You occasionally threw the word "NOT" in at the end of a sentence.
TOTAL:
Score Chart (So were you "da bomb"? Add up your score below.)
12-15: Oh, Snap! You're totally from the '90s!
11-10: You're All That and a Bag of Chips
09-08: It's All Good.
00-07: Don't Go There!!
A month of Hell...
Posted 10 years agoYou know that old adage: "If it looks/sounds to good to be true, it probably is"? Well, my life has been looking like that. It's been a month of hell....
Mom and I placed Dad in a private care facility, paid for solely by us, around Memorial Day. We really thought that the dark cloud above us was finally starting to clear. That cloud turned Stormy dark in just a couple weeks...
June 13th evening: Dad had a blackened toe. He was transferred to the hospital, and discovered gangrene in his foot.
June 15th: He had surgery to remove the 4th toe on his right foot.
June 17th: Dad was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) in the Hospital for stress on his heart. In addition, my mentally handicapped aunt fell and hit her head at 'her' workshop. Subsequently, she was transferred to the ICU at another hospital with a brain bleed, possibly needing surgery.
Since then, Dad has been in-and-out of a rehab facility near the hospital. My aunt was released after 5 days in the hospital to another rehab facility not far from the one Dad was in. She is receiving Occupational, Physical, and Speech therapy; and is finally showing some signs of improvement. Dad, however, has been back-and-forth between the rehab place and the hospital for heart problems and... he entered the violent stage of Alzheimer's, punching and biting staff. He is currently back at the rehab facility. His Diabetes is out of control, his bad kidneys are getting worse, and he's on three different medications to curb the aggression... he's had multiple episodes of very bad aggression....
Dad was on the waiting list for the state run veteran's home; and Mom got the call last week, saying that they had a bed for him. However, given his condition, he cannot be moved; and they had to give his slot to someone else. Because of his aggression, the veteran's home now wants updated medical records concerning his present condition and aggression. They say because of the aggression they may not be able to take him... AT ALL. So, we don't know what's going to be happening next.
Mom and I cringe every time the phone rings, because we're both pretty sure that something else has gone wrong with Dad... This sucks... I thought for sure that once Dad was out of the house we could put our lives back together, and he's still controlling the strings. The worst case scenario is that Dad comes back home, and as it stands, the worst case scenario has a large enough chance of happening...
Mom and I placed Dad in a private care facility, paid for solely by us, around Memorial Day. We really thought that the dark cloud above us was finally starting to clear. That cloud turned Stormy dark in just a couple weeks...
June 13th evening: Dad had a blackened toe. He was transferred to the hospital, and discovered gangrene in his foot.
June 15th: He had surgery to remove the 4th toe on his right foot.
June 17th: Dad was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) in the Hospital for stress on his heart. In addition, my mentally handicapped aunt fell and hit her head at 'her' workshop. Subsequently, she was transferred to the ICU at another hospital with a brain bleed, possibly needing surgery.
Since then, Dad has been in-and-out of a rehab facility near the hospital. My aunt was released after 5 days in the hospital to another rehab facility not far from the one Dad was in. She is receiving Occupational, Physical, and Speech therapy; and is finally showing some signs of improvement. Dad, however, has been back-and-forth between the rehab place and the hospital for heart problems and... he entered the violent stage of Alzheimer's, punching and biting staff. He is currently back at the rehab facility. His Diabetes is out of control, his bad kidneys are getting worse, and he's on three different medications to curb the aggression... he's had multiple episodes of very bad aggression....
Dad was on the waiting list for the state run veteran's home; and Mom got the call last week, saying that they had a bed for him. However, given his condition, he cannot be moved; and they had to give his slot to someone else. Because of his aggression, the veteran's home now wants updated medical records concerning his present condition and aggression. They say because of the aggression they may not be able to take him... AT ALL. So, we don't know what's going to be happening next.
Mom and I cringe every time the phone rings, because we're both pretty sure that something else has gone wrong with Dad... This sucks... I thought for sure that once Dad was out of the house we could put our lives back together, and he's still controlling the strings. The worst case scenario is that Dad comes back home, and as it stands, the worst case scenario has a large enough chance of happening...
Ahhhh, Midwest Furfest
Posted 11 years agoThe only break I got from being an Alzheimer's caregiver this year.
It was a rather relaxing weekend, despite some bad setbacks. Most of the good things that happened were due to pure random luck.
I did get to meet the following people:
I also spent time with good friends:
The setbacks:
One roommate had too much to drink over the weekend. Due to FA's policies the roommate can't be named.
While drunk and having an argument over the phone with his mate, he just... stood in one spot blankly looking towards the area where macro-lovers gathered to do macro stuff, constantly denying phone calls about from his mate.This went on for over an hour. Nothing I did could help, though the following morning he got better and apologized to me and his mate for it, believing he did something embarrassing while drunk.
The following night,when he was in another room, he got so hammered that he vomited and couldn't stand up straight. In the meantime I waited for him for a long while as he and I had planned to do an activity together. I found him asleep in the bed, fully clothed and under the covers, laptop bag in his arms and his lanyard full of badges around his neck getting bent. I carefully set the laptop bag on the floor and the lanyard on the nearby table and tried to get some sleep. He awoke a few hours later and was in desperate shock: his favorite badge was missing, a badge that was hand-drawn by an artist that had disappeared from the interwebz years ago. We tore apart the room and couldn't find it; he feared the worst, even though we and his mate assured him that it wasn't gone for good, probably wound up at the con's lost & found. He was like all whiny and scared and trembling for several hours, until he I went to the lost & found for it. They had it, sure enough.
It was a rather relaxing weekend, despite some bad setbacks. Most of the good things that happened were due to pure random luck.
I did get to meet the following people:
I also spent time with good friends:
The setbacks:
One roommate had too much to drink over the weekend. Due to FA's policies the roommate can't be named.
While drunk and having an argument over the phone with his mate, he just... stood in one spot blankly looking towards the area where macro-lovers gathered to do macro stuff, constantly denying phone calls about from his mate.This went on for over an hour. Nothing I did could help, though the following morning he got better and apologized to me and his mate for it, believing he did something embarrassing while drunk.
The following night,when he was in another room, he got so hammered that he vomited and couldn't stand up straight. In the meantime I waited for him for a long while as he and I had planned to do an activity together. I found him asleep in the bed, fully clothed and under the covers, laptop bag in his arms and his lanyard full of badges around his neck getting bent. I carefully set the laptop bag on the floor and the lanyard on the nearby table and tried to get some sleep. He awoke a few hours later and was in desperate shock: his favorite badge was missing, a badge that was hand-drawn by an artist that had disappeared from the interwebz years ago. We tore apart the room and couldn't find it; he feared the worst, even though we and his mate assured him that it wasn't gone for good, probably wound up at the con's lost & found. He was like all whiny and scared and trembling for several hours, until he I went to the lost & found for it. They had it, sure enough.
TMI Tuesday #1
Posted 11 years agoAsk me something you've been wanting to ask, and I'll answer as best I can.
Questions will start being answered on Wednesday.
I'm also doing this on DA and SoFurry, so if you ask here that's already asked there, you'll see the same answer.
Questions will start being answered on Wednesday.
I'm also doing this on DA and SoFurry, so if you ask here that's already asked there, you'll see the same answer.
Apparently "Save often" fails w/ descendants of Mrs. Murphy
Posted 11 years agoThis regards a story I uploaded on SoFurry. I had the story nearly complete when I experienced a brownout. Nothing bad, I had saved the majority of what I did last night so I didn't fear losing a couple sentences. After my comp rebooted, I called the file to resume writing. As the file loaded, another brownout happened. Wasn't worried though, I did save often. The comp rebooted again and I opened the file.
Gone.... The file had reverted to the last save from the night before....Everything I did last night was gone...
Gone.... The file had reverted to the last save from the night before....Everything I did last night was gone...
I'm a failure
Posted 12 years agoBODY ██████████ | MIND ██████████ | SOUL ██████████
This is something I hope wouldn't happen, but apparently I was blinded as I have now accepted this realization...
I am a failure, and am close to giving up.
I've tried real hard this year to pick myself up by trying things here, but of course Real Life (mainly revolving around my dad) has utterly soured any creative juices I had to the point were I feel numb, that I can't do the things I told people over on SoFurry I would be doing. I feel horrible for letting them down, but I am so empty of creative flow that I can't even pick up a pencil and doodle and scribble... all thanks to real life.
It's now my 13th year in trying to find my first job. In that time I've gone to college and have a bachelor's degree... which hasn't helped me in the slightest. I've applied many times and sent resume after resume... and not a single phone call to show for it. It's been five years since I got my degree, so now my schooling is invalid on my resume. I've even been turned down every time I tried to volunteer as well.
Even more so, listening to friends at MFF speak about jobs and such, they mentioned what employers are looking for: people with actual skills (not just people with papers that say they have skills), people that can pick-up-and-move anywhere on a dime without hesitation, have a highly chipper positive attitude, and people with polished & pristine resumes.
Obviously I don't have any of those qualifications. I have no skills that I excel in, I can't move anywhere because of my dad, and my resume is now a blank slate, so blank it can't even be called a resume.
For anyone that's unaware, my dad is very ill. Stage 3 renal failure brought on by severe diabetes and Stage 6 Alzheimer's. He pretty much need to be watched 24/7, and neither I (obviously) or my mom can afford a caretaker, so we're his caretakers. It's draining our spirits dry, leaving us as empty husks... and because of the Alzheimer's dad can't be faulted even though he's the cause.
I... I just don't know anymore. Any genuine happiness appears to be now unobtainable, as is actual employment. It's reaching the point where I might never be actually employed and end up being homeless on the streets, or mooching off of a friend with no possible way to monetarily pay them back. I HATE the thought but as it stands that might be the only route left...
I just... I'm a failure.
This is something I hope wouldn't happen, but apparently I was blinded as I have now accepted this realization...
I am a failure, and am close to giving up.
I've tried real hard this year to pick myself up by trying things here, but of course Real Life (mainly revolving around my dad) has utterly soured any creative juices I had to the point were I feel numb, that I can't do the things I told people over on SoFurry I would be doing. I feel horrible for letting them down, but I am so empty of creative flow that I can't even pick up a pencil and doodle and scribble... all thanks to real life.
It's now my 13th year in trying to find my first job. In that time I've gone to college and have a bachelor's degree... which hasn't helped me in the slightest. I've applied many times and sent resume after resume... and not a single phone call to show for it. It's been five years since I got my degree, so now my schooling is invalid on my resume. I've even been turned down every time I tried to volunteer as well.
Even more so, listening to friends at MFF speak about jobs and such, they mentioned what employers are looking for: people with actual skills (not just people with papers that say they have skills), people that can pick-up-and-move anywhere on a dime without hesitation, have a highly chipper positive attitude, and people with polished & pristine resumes.
Obviously I don't have any of those qualifications. I have no skills that I excel in, I can't move anywhere because of my dad, and my resume is now a blank slate, so blank it can't even be called a resume.
For anyone that's unaware, my dad is very ill. Stage 3 renal failure brought on by severe diabetes and Stage 6 Alzheimer's. He pretty much need to be watched 24/7, and neither I (obviously) or my mom can afford a caretaker, so we're his caretakers. It's draining our spirits dry, leaving us as empty husks... and because of the Alzheimer's dad can't be faulted even though he's the cause.
I... I just don't know anymore. Any genuine happiness appears to be now unobtainable, as is actual employment. It's reaching the point where I might never be actually employed and end up being homeless on the streets, or mooching off of a friend with no possible way to monetarily pay them back. I HATE the thought but as it stands that might be the only route left...
I just... I'm a failure.
Reserved Journal
Posted 12 years ago.
This entry is reserved for something else.
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This entry is reserved for something else.
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Dad Updates 7 & 8
Posted 12 years agoStart | U.1 | U.2 | U.3 | U.4 | U.5 | U.6 | U.7 | U.8
Due to FA being down (again), I could not post update 7 by itself. As such, 7 and 8 are in one post.
Update 7
I have visited Dad several time at the nursing home/rehab center before this update. Each of those visits were similar to the last part of Update 6, only he was perkier.
(3 days ago) Mom and I took him to a doctor's appointment. Other than filling out paperwork as a first-time patient, things went smoothly, so we took him back to the nursing home/rehab center and headed home. Not even a half hour later, the nursing home/rehab center called us...
Dad's insurance said he completed his rehab...
They also stopped his IV medications, getting only half of what his doctor ordered...
And that he had to be off the premises within 7 hours.
No notice. No warning. Nothing. Not even a word from the nursing home/rehab center staff when we were there.
This is absolutely ridiculous. There's no space, so we had to rush to make room for him as we had a handyman over to do some MUCH needed home repair ("Dad's" bathroom needed updating). Dad's been sent home too early and there's nothing that can be done about it. The insurance feels that Mom and I can do everything the trained nurses can do, and we can't...
Oh, my head hurts.
Update 8
Dad's insurance isn't all that bad, I guess. They've approved two weeks of home IV 'infusion' as they call it; the medicine is administered via syringe instead of IV, and nurses come to do the administering. They also got the items that we SHOULD have gotten when Dad was released, so that's a plus. The nurses are also here at the same time the handyman is, so I'm gophering between the two to get the things they need. At least the situation is staring to stabilize...
We also find out that Dad's doctors approved of 5 more meds that he needs, so at present he's taking TWELVE different medications every day. This is nuts...
Due to FA being down (again), I could not post update 7 by itself. As such, 7 and 8 are in one post.
Update 7
I have visited Dad several time at the nursing home/rehab center before this update. Each of those visits were similar to the last part of Update 6, only he was perkier.
(3 days ago) Mom and I took him to a doctor's appointment. Other than filling out paperwork as a first-time patient, things went smoothly, so we took him back to the nursing home/rehab center and headed home. Not even a half hour later, the nursing home/rehab center called us...
Dad's insurance said he completed his rehab...
They also stopped his IV medications, getting only half of what his doctor ordered...
And that he had to be off the premises within 7 hours.
No notice. No warning. Nothing. Not even a word from the nursing home/rehab center staff when we were there.
This is absolutely ridiculous. There's no space, so we had to rush to make room for him as we had a handyman over to do some MUCH needed home repair ("Dad's" bathroom needed updating). Dad's been sent home too early and there's nothing that can be done about it. The insurance feels that Mom and I can do everything the trained nurses can do, and we can't...
Oh, my head hurts.
Update 8
Dad's insurance isn't all that bad, I guess. They've approved two weeks of home IV 'infusion' as they call it; the medicine is administered via syringe instead of IV, and nurses come to do the administering. They also got the items that we SHOULD have gotten when Dad was released, so that's a plus. The nurses are also here at the same time the handyman is, so I'm gophering between the two to get the things they need. At least the situation is staring to stabilize...
We also find out that Dad's doctors approved of 5 more meds that he needs, so at present he's taking TWELVE different medications every day. This is nuts...
Dad Update 6
Posted 12 years agoStart | U.1 | U.2 | U.3 | U.4 | U.5 | U.6 | U.7 | U.8
At this point, there hasn't been much to update on. So, this update is actually three small, short updates over five days.
4 days ago: Mom and I went to see him at the nursing home/rehab center. He was there for a couple days, and he was depressed. Down right down in the dumps. He said he knew why he was there, and that he had to be there due to the medications he needs, but he kept saying that only coming home would make him happy. We were there for less than an hour before dinnertime, so when dinner came we spoke to a nurse on the floor he's on. She told us that he's 'the new guy' and needs time to acclimate.
2 days ago: I went to visit him by myself. He was in a much better mood this time. He and I talked for a while, mostly though he's been recalling memories that don't make sense, a result of the Alzheimer's The nurses said he was moving around the place and making jokes (normal behavior for him)
Today: Mom and I saw him today. Fortunately this time there was no change in his mood and such. While he wasn't any happier, he certainly wasn't down-in-the-dumps depressed whatsoever.
At this point, there hasn't been much to update on. So, this update is actually three small, short updates over five days.
4 days ago: Mom and I went to see him at the nursing home/rehab center. He was there for a couple days, and he was depressed. Down right down in the dumps. He said he knew why he was there, and that he had to be there due to the medications he needs, but he kept saying that only coming home would make him happy. We were there for less than an hour before dinnertime, so when dinner came we spoke to a nurse on the floor he's on. She told us that he's 'the new guy' and needs time to acclimate.
2 days ago: I went to visit him by myself. He was in a much better mood this time. He and I talked for a while, mostly though he's been recalling memories that don't make sense, a result of the Alzheimer's The nurses said he was moving around the place and making jokes (normal behavior for him)
Today: Mom and I saw him today. Fortunately this time there was no change in his mood and such. While he wasn't any happier, he certainly wasn't down-in-the-dumps depressed whatsoever.
Dad Update 5
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Dad has been transferred to the nursing home/rehab center. Visited him there. He's in good spirits, and is even bragging about his escapade yesterday. At least he's been put on the Alzheimer's floor and can't escape, and he has been there before, two years ago, and they took real good care of him then.
At least the slow recovery stage is underway now.
Dad has been transferred to the nursing home/rehab center. Visited him there. He's in good spirits, and is even bragging about his escapade yesterday. At least he's been put on the Alzheimer's floor and can't escape, and he has been there before, two years ago, and they took real good care of him then.
At least the slow recovery stage is underway now.
Dad Update 4
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This is nuts. Absolutely nuts. Dad wandered off the hospital! He wasn't cleared for discharge, and the nurses did not notice that he was missing right away. He was eventually found... taken to a fire station back home, far away from the hospital! Thankfully he was brought back, and I was notified... two hours after they noticed he was missing! The wound left by the ulcer opened up, lots of blood on his dressing, sock, and hospital boot. The hospital staff are apologizing profusely about this, and Mom asked for reports and security footage about this.
It turns out that the doctor told Dad that he was being discharged to a nursing home/rehab center, but all he heard was "discharged". So he put on clothes (that we brought up for him in case he went to said nursing home/rehab center) and walked out, claiming it was the bright, sunny day.
This should never have happened... day-umn this is nuts....
This is nuts. Absolutely nuts. Dad wandered off the hospital! He wasn't cleared for discharge, and the nurses did not notice that he was missing right away. He was eventually found... taken to a fire station back home, far away from the hospital! Thankfully he was brought back, and I was notified... two hours after they noticed he was missing! The wound left by the ulcer opened up, lots of blood on his dressing, sock, and hospital boot. The hospital staff are apologizing profusely about this, and Mom asked for reports and security footage about this.
It turns out that the doctor told Dad that he was being discharged to a nursing home/rehab center, but all he heard was "discharged". So he put on clothes (that we brought up for him in case he went to said nursing home/rehab center) and walked out, claiming it was the bright, sunny day.
This should never have happened... day-umn this is nuts....
Dad Update 3
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Just got back from an 'emergency' visit to the hospital for Dad. He had an Alzheimer's Panic Attack, and we had to reassure him that everything's alright. He managed to calm down and return to 'normal'. Health-wise he is getting better, so much so that he'll be released from the hospital soon. But since he's on I-V antibiotics, he has to go to a nursing home/rehab center as the house is not capable of handling the meds. The doctors are saying he'll need six weeks of the meds, and we're waiting to see just how much the insurance will cover. We don't want a repeat of what happened two years ago.
Just got back from an 'emergency' visit to the hospital for Dad. He had an Alzheimer's Panic Attack, and we had to reassure him that everything's alright. He managed to calm down and return to 'normal'. Health-wise he is getting better, so much so that he'll be released from the hospital soon. But since he's on I-V antibiotics, he has to go to a nursing home/rehab center as the house is not capable of handling the meds. The doctors are saying he'll need six weeks of the meds, and we're waiting to see just how much the insurance will cover. We don't want a repeat of what happened two years ago.
Dad Update 2
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Dad was in great spirits today. The surgery yesterday was a success as a lot of the infection has been cleaned out. They did remove some of a tarsal, as well as his bunion, to keep the infection from resurging. Thus, while he is in no pain, his right big toe will be shorter. He was bored as all hell and wanted out of the hospital, but the surgeon and infectious disease doctor have to consult on monday before they decide on where he goes after he's discharged.
Dad was in great spirits today. The surgery yesterday was a success as a lot of the infection has been cleaned out. They did remove some of a tarsal, as well as his bunion, to keep the infection from resurging. Thus, while he is in no pain, his right big toe will be shorter. He was bored as all hell and wanted out of the hospital, but the surgeon and infectious disease doctor have to consult on monday before they decide on where he goes after he's discharged.
Dad Update 1
Posted 12 years agoDad's Ill
Posted 12 years agoBDSM Test
Posted 12 years ago== Results from http://bdsmtest.org/ ==
88% Vanilla
84% Exhibitionist
68% Experimentalist
66% Non-monogamist
63% Switch
63% Voyeur
46% Submissive
42% Brat
41% Daddy/Mommy
41% Dominant
41% Girl/Boy
39% Brat Tamer
34% Masochist
24% Primal (Predator)
24% Primal (Prey)
16% All-Rounder
16% Sadist
13% Bondage Giver
8% Bondage Receiver
8% Degradation Receiver
4% Master/Mistress
4% Slave
0% Degradation Giver
0% Pervert
88% Vanilla
84% Exhibitionist
68% Experimentalist
66% Non-monogamist
63% Switch
63% Voyeur
46% Submissive
42% Brat
41% Daddy/Mommy
41% Dominant
41% Girl/Boy
39% Brat Tamer
34% Masochist
24% Primal (Predator)
24% Primal (Prey)
16% All-Rounder
16% Sadist
13% Bondage Giver
8% Bondage Receiver
8% Degradation Receiver
4% Master/Mistress
4% Slave
0% Degradation Giver
0% Pervert
Need some advice about a contest I won
Posted 12 years agoHello to whomever reads this. I'll be bolding a TL;DR section below.
A couple months back, I entered a mall raffle/contest (can't remember which it was), and a few days ago I received a call saying I won one of the big prizes; and that, to receive the prize I won I would have to travel to a resort nearby me. They said my prize is guaranteed, and that all I have to do when I get there is to take a tour of the resort. No seminars. No buying in. They later mailed the entry form I filled out, along with a letter saying that I won, stating the prize list, and that I can claim it anytime. Here's the list of prizes, of which I am eligible for one: A big wad of cash, a new car, a shopping spree, a cruise, and a small wad of cash.
When I told my family about this, they unanimously cried foul, saying that this is one big scam and that I'm being fooled. Here's their reasoning that they told me:
The letter I got was sent to every participant, not just the winners.
They lie on the phone to get you to come.
I'd HAVE to buy in in order to receive my prize.
If I don't buy in, They'll bar me from claiming my prize.
They pressure you the entire time to buy in
Family had several family friends that did this very thing.
The only thing different is that I have the actual entry form I filled out, whereas the family friends got something in the mail; Family refused to believe me though. I really want to claim the prize, but all this crying foul family did leave a feeling of doubt within me, and it's this doubt that is making me unsure of which course of action I should take.
TL;DR
I won one of many big prizes in a mall contest
To claim prize I have to go to a resort
Family believes it's one big scam
Family cited many reasons on why it's a scam
I really don't know what to think...
So, please... what do you think I should do...?
A couple months back, I entered a mall raffle/contest (can't remember which it was), and a few days ago I received a call saying I won one of the big prizes; and that, to receive the prize I won I would have to travel to a resort nearby me. They said my prize is guaranteed, and that all I have to do when I get there is to take a tour of the resort. No seminars. No buying in. They later mailed the entry form I filled out, along with a letter saying that I won, stating the prize list, and that I can claim it anytime. Here's the list of prizes, of which I am eligible for one: A big wad of cash, a new car, a shopping spree, a cruise, and a small wad of cash.
When I told my family about this, they unanimously cried foul, saying that this is one big scam and that I'm being fooled. Here's their reasoning that they told me:
The letter I got was sent to every participant, not just the winners.
They lie on the phone to get you to come.
I'd HAVE to buy in in order to receive my prize.
If I don't buy in, They'll bar me from claiming my prize.
They pressure you the entire time to buy in
Family had several family friends that did this very thing.
The only thing different is that I have the actual entry form I filled out, whereas the family friends got something in the mail; Family refused to believe me though. I really want to claim the prize, but all this crying foul family did leave a feeling of doubt within me, and it's this doubt that is making me unsure of which course of action I should take.
TL;DR
I won one of many big prizes in a mall contest
To claim prize I have to go to a resort
Family believes it's one big scam
Family cited many reasons on why it's a scam
I really don't know what to think...
So, please... what do you think I should do...?
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