That is horrifying.

It's the emergency room is covered only if it's for something life-threatening that is bothering me. If I'm afraid it's life-threatening but it turns out not to be, do I get the full bill? That's how it sounds.

I fucking hate that one. Like, you don't want to guess wrong on a heart attack. Or, as another random example, a stroke.

Which reminds me: Tim's dad got transferred to a rehab facility yesterday. The plan is for him to be there for 2-3 weeks, with 3+ hours of therapy a day (not 3+ hours all at once; it'll be spread out over the day). I need to ask Tim if he or his brothers have tactfully told the staff that their dad *will* make incredibly inappropriate sexual comments to the female staff. (It's a known thing with dementia. I'm not saying that to excuse it, but it really is a common thing in patients with dementia. I personally am getting more and more uncomfortable being around him because of it, although he has yet to direct any inappropriate comments my way. It's a really, really sad part of dementia, seeing the personality/behavior changes that are happening as the cognitive deterioration gets worse.)

I hope the rehab facility takes good care of him. I'm sorry to hear he's got that effect, that must be really difficult to put up with

I'm sorry to hear he's got that effect, that must be really difficult to put up with

One of Tim's brothers came up with the phrase "No ugly words" to use as a response to their dad in the moment, when his dad says something inappropriate, and it seems to cut it off pretty well. The problem is that (1) his short-term memory doesn't retain anything new, so he won't remember "no ugly words," and (2) the cognitive deterioration isn't reversible, so his filter is *gone.* So it's just a Sisyphean task of telling him, in the moment, "no ugly words," and then the moment eventually repeats.

But it doesn't matter how much I tell myself that it's because of his dementia, it's really rough to hear him saying that kind of stuff. If I walk away from it, I feel like I'm unjustly rejecting him, but I also will not subject myself to his gross commentary.

It's a really, really sad part of dementia, seeing the personality/behavior changes that are happening as the cognitive deterioration gets worse.

It happened to my grandfather, who was the mildest, most dad-jokey person. I was only exposed to it a couple of times, thank god.

Yeah, that's brutal. Staff would have to be used to it, though.

Yeah, that's brutal. Staff would have to be used to it, though.

Definitely at his assisted living facility. I don't know about the rehab center, though.

In better news I have scheduled my COVID booster! None of the injection clinics are in the same county as me, boo, but I found an early December opening that's only one bridge and some highway away

We have reached the point of "everyone please try to log in but for god's sake don't do anything if you do get in" which I am finding hilarious. I might be a little loopy.

I've been having problems with my computer on our network - first there was an issue that I couldn't have an actual PHONE because the phone needs to be connected to the network so either I connect the computer or the phone to the network. Fixed that. A few days later, I couldn't connect and it turned out that the network cable was bad, so I had to replace it (much easier when there's no one else working in the office ... just took it from an unused desk). THEN, a few days later, I couldn't get on the network and went looking for yet another cable, but gave up because the unused ones were tangled and almost locked in place. Sent a text message from my phone to the woman who manages the network, only to discover that the entire network was down.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.