I received a notice that the postman had tried to deliver certified mail from the nursing home to me on Wednesday. Of course, it took me until Saturday to locate it's where abouts, so I had several days to worry about what in the world they were sending me a certified letter about. They have recently taken on a new administrator and several key home mangers had suddenly "disappeared". I wondered if my brother was going to get kicked out, lose his medicaid bed, etc.
It turns out it was just quarterly report of his "trust" account. (I put some cash in an account for him so he buy incidentals, like lunch from a take out place that the nursing home brings in, etc.)
It was a little stressful to wait and see what the envelope was about. It just shows you the state of social services in this country and how fragile the delivery system is, that you have to worry about it all the time.
Today, I go to pick him up in a few hours to bring him over to my house for a while. We are hoping to bring him to a Northwestern University women's softball game for a bit, we'll see if we can transport him and find him a comfortable place to sit. (assuming that it doesn't rain, which it could.)
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