OK, I have to keep posting or I’ll never get through this. I went to see my Dad at the mental hospital. It was kind of scary but not as bad as I expected. The front desk was all plexiglass with a speaker to talk through and a small slit for passing paper. I was able to pass his medication bottles through to them and they were supposed to get them to the nurse’s station. I got a phone call this morning that he has been moved to another facility. They want to put him on psychotropic drugs, which they needed my permission for. (Why?) And why does it take so long for him to see a doctor in a mental health facility?
Argh. If only I could have gotten him to sign off on power of attorney and a health care proxy before this happened. I tried but he was too stubborn. There’s time, there’s time, he would say. Doctor says I have to live to be a 100. While he might just do that, what kind of shape will he be in at 100?
I think they told him he had a mental breakdown so that’s what he believes. I think he had another mini-stroke (maybe not so mini) or a seizure. He’s lost about the last 10 years of his life. He doesn’t know where he is (what state) and he doesn’t know how old he is, but he remembers me and his other children. He remembers the past well, he is just confused about the present.
If he is competent enough to sign a HIPPA release, is he competent enough to sign a power of attorney? Sometimes I wish I was a lawyer, even though I know I would hate the job.
I guess I need to go now because all I am doing is stopping to pace while I write this. Stupid me forgot to pack extra Klonopin and it’s catching up to me. So many things to do and I don’t know where to begin. Wish me luck.