Scheduled Neuropsych visit - 9/16/13

This was a crazy day.  My dad's business taxes were due for a business whose financial records were a mess.  I spent a lot of time trying to piece together what I could, trying to make sense of what little information he had by matching it up to his bank records.  I had to call in a favor to the woman from his bank who was in on this situation.  She would often call and warn us when X would come in with my dad to withdrawal money.  She was able to help piece together his check records and helped me discover that he continued to write himself paychecks every month.  Sometimes several times a month.  In his mind, that was how he got paid.  It didn't matter that he didn't have money in the bank to actually cash the check.  And did his business ever deposit the payroll taxes from these checks?  Of course not!  Which is where the countless tax notices from various organizations stemmed from.  Month after month after month...

 

So I needed to finish the tax return as best I could so my dad could sign it.  The other problem was my dad's doctor appointment was in the middle of the day.  He does much better with his morning appointments because he is always home when we come to get him (by surprise, never a warning so X doesn't find out about it and make him change his mind!).  From 11:00 on we never knew when we could catch him because he would start walking the neighborhood - his daily routine.  Sometimes X would pick him up (in his car she kept).  But we had no choice, we had to take the appointment we could get and hope we could get him there.  It was always very stressful, with a lot of worrying the night before about whether or not we would actually make it to the appointment with him.  This day, we decided to have my sister go get him early and bring him to my house so we would know where he would be.  We were worried about keeping him occupied for that many hours.  We figured he'd get antsy, would keep asking for beer, and just wouldn't be able to contain himself in my house.  But it was the best option we had. 

 

Well, this was our plan.  But here is an email from that day I wrote to my uncle that explains what actually happened...

 

Just wanted to let you know my dad's appointment did not happen today.  My sister took the day off work and picked him up this morning while I finished up his business taxes that were due today.  I also made an outline of what I wanted this therapist to know.  I decided to call the VA this morning to make sure we were going to the right location, which is when I found out the appointment had been cancelled, the doctor called in sick.  This was about 30 seconds before my sister pulled into my driveway with my dad.  Needless to say I'm beyond frustrated with this process and the pace things are moving.  So all we accomplished today was getting my dad out of the house (which seemed to be good to him), we got his taxes signed and filed, and I got a new mail forwarding address form from the post office signed by him so I can get his mail. 

We did discover some interesting pieces of information though.  He still has those "visitors" at his house.  They appear to be living there in his spare room. 2 young, young females, though we swear one looks like a young boy.  He insists they're two women.  "X set this" up he says.  He said that a couple weeks ago too - she set this up to happen once his utilities were back on.  So now we're thinking they are living there and paying rent to X!

He also said that cigarettes are so expensive and that for the last year or so X has been rolling cigarettes for him - or someone she knows has been doing it.  The last year is when his behavior has taken a turn for the worst, so I'd really love to see if these cigarettes are laced with anything.  He didn't have any left and had regular ones today, but we will keep an eye out for any chance to get ahold of one.

He still seems slow and spacey, and forgetful, and just backwards in public.  I really hope we can get a correct diagnosis soon.  I left a message to reschedule this appointment.  So far they said he's not available again until 10/23!!!, so I'm going to see what I can do to try to get him in sooner.  I'll keep you posted.

 

I can't even describe the planning and stress that goes into getting him to an appointment, and then the feeling of absolute disappointment when it doesn't work out.  The scheduling at the VA is completely absurd when it comes to emergency situations.  Six weeks is the standard wait for each and every appointment.  So we felt total defeat after this day.