A bit of harsh reality, or at least reality, in any case.  Anne and I requested an update on Dad and the case manager was gracious enough to show us Dad’s whole chart this morning.

 Basically, considering Dad’s condition (even though there’s not a diagnosis yet), the goal is to get Dad home (or to an assisted living facility) with extended rehab, if available, but he’s always going to need supervision and assistance 24 hours a day at this point.  He can groom himself and sit on the toilet but he needs help getting in/out of bed and going anywhere.  They estimate that Dad’ll need a wheelchair from now on — Dad has taken pretty well to the wheelchair but still wants to pull the feeding tube out and take off his medical wristbands.

Back to the rehab hospital to meet with Mom and the doctor, hopefully.

Also, the person across the hall, who looks like he has no mobility, keeps shouting, “Help!  I want to die and they won’t let me!” which not only depresses Dad but all the rest of us, too.