Anyone have a backbone I can borrow?
So my life coach likes to spit out the word "hypersensitive" when she describes me (not sure how I feel about that one), but it seems like anytime I try to delegate responsibilities, I end up feeling caught in the middle. There appears to be a tug of war going on between Hospice and the Adult Day Center. I finally told the Social Worker at Hospice that I could no longer take being involved in the ongoing episodes of "Is Dad's Oxygen Working?" I gave the hospice person the ADC Director's phone number and ended up getting a rather curt phone call from said director. He wanted to know why Hospice was calling him... why they won't physically visit the ADC (It is rather far away), etc. He then proceeded to tell me that Dad's oxygen is empty when he arrives at the ADC in the mornings (which means that there's a breakdown at the AL) and that Dad could be on hospice for years. He then states that hospice is a big old "money racquet". So... once again. I'm BACK in the middle of this. It's a machine with an on switch and an off switch. Why a group of educated adults can't seem to get the damn thing to work among them is a mystery to me. So, I'm going to call hospice and ask them to physically visit the ADC and work this out. Otherwise, I will just have to pull Dad out of the ADC. I know he likes it there, but that piece of the puzzle is becoming unmanageable for ME and I'm NOT going to be in the middle of whatever drama they have going. SHEESH!!!!!! Six more days until Punta Cana. Counting the moments!