Today was a bad day for my dad. He was very confused.
He called me early this morning to ask me where he spent the night. He was at the hospital.
He lost an electric scooter, but he couldn’t call it that. There was no scooter.
I asked him for his Medicare number, he didn’t know it. Then he called me back to tell me that someone needed his Medicare number, and could I call them back. It was me.
He had a rough day.
I’m just sitting here now with a glass of whiskey over ice, watching Life of Pi and not thinking about anything more than enjoying the movie.
Until tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will continue to look for a place for him.
I’ll also probably have another whiskey.