Homesick

Oh boy. Monday mom and I had a meeting w/ the psychiatrists at Parkland re: my dad. They thought he was stable enough to be discharged. We disagreed and it was an awful meeting. The resident was pissy and was miffed that I asked how to spell her name. The attending was really ***chy and didn't even stay for all of the meeting.

Move ahead to today (Wed) and Dad has been discharged and has already had a seizure -- which was most likely caused by a drug interaction between stuff he's already on and the new meds they started this week. Yet in their words -- "He doesn't really even qualify to be here." Tell that to my mom who's scared of my dad now because of how he behaved about two weeks ago.

Dad insists he didn't have a seizure at all. My mom had to put me on the phone to explain that since he'd had the seizure, mom couldn't leave him alone, so he'd just have to sit in the car w/ her and wait on his new prescriptions to be filled. I also told him that we would NOT make it up that he'd had a seizure! Oh the trials and travails of dealing w/ someone with mental illness.

Tomorrow is a visit w/ a new psychiatrist who is much closer. I've heard very good things about him and he's willing to discuss medications etc. with family members. We'll ask for psychotherpy for Dad as well.

I have a meeting set up w/ a lawyer for Friday to learn about Medicaid and how to qualify. A dear friend who is a lawyer did lots of leg work for me and found this guy that we'll meet with on Friday. We have to do as much as we can now, in preparation for a nursing home placement that unfortunately appears to be looming in the not-too-distant future.

At least we'll (hopefully) have one more Christmas at home.