At the hopsital where my father is they are asking what my mother intends to do with him. "Do you have any plans?" All we know is that he is not fit to come home. Isn't someone at the hospital supposed to provide direction, suggest a facility? We had to readmit him to the hospital last week because we couldn't handle him at home-we were sleepless and losing our minds trying to deal with his hallucinations and delirium. The doctors are never around to talk to. We wonder what's going on-we really don't even know what my father's prognosis is, not that I want to hear it because I'm pretty sure it will get me very upset. I know millions of people go through this every day, and my problem is quite minor compared to the horrors occurring in the rest of the world. Still, I can't deal with this-it gets me upset.
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