Not good - seriously not good

I knew better than to trust the damn weather forecast but I still want a refund. This sux big time. And its cold too.

Tomorrow morning I have to get up early to take Marilyn to the airport and the truck will be frozen up. There will be frost on the windshield. This is a serious error on our part.

This morning I got a phone call from father's care home operator. Some geniuses from "Home Care" stopped in yesterday and read her staff the riot act. Their sin? Regarding father as a person. Home Care is obsessed about a sore that the home has been medicating for over 2 weeks now. The government solution is to put him in bed and keep him there for as long as it takes.

Yesterday the home had him up in the living room - in his $2500 specialty wheel chair that is specifically designed to avoid pressure points I might add - when the Home Care Gestapo arrived. They periodically get these oldster bands in and the inmates seem to like them. Apparently father was singing along the last time Diane saw one of the bands there which is a scary thought all by itself. We always said he was an economical singer - he uses the same tune for Oh Canada, The Old Rugged Cross and For Auld Lang Syne. And anything else that he sings too. Anyway, the point is he was enjoying life as much as he is able when the Gestapo descended on him and on the Dove House staff.

Marilyn said today that Home Care sees father as "wound #127831" and I'm sure that is exactly the problem. They have such narrow compartmentalized lives that they are simply unable to provide compassionate care. Our so-called healthcare system is irrevocably broken. I was skeptical about the health of healthcare prior to my parents' experiences with the system but now I know that the system is broken beyond repair.