So someone got .... hurt. People are strange. I'm closing down my uncle's house and preparing to sell it, which is a totally other story. However, his Comcast bill was overdue and they pulled the plug. I called yesterday to pay the $380 he owed and asked what that paid up to which was May 22nd. I said I wanted to shut off the service and they had another figure over $500. I questioned them on the fact that the $380 covered until next week and I was cancelling so how could he now owe $500. he woman kept dancing on the subject so I just said I'll pay the $380 and discuss it with the billing office today. Instead of getting into another argument, I just called and cancelled and took he equipment to their shop. they told me I'd get the final bill in a few days. I'll argue that when I get it.
Then this morning, we were moving his stuff to the assisted living room he's getting. I talked to the head of the unit Friday and I set up Tuesday or Wednesday to get the stuff in. However, the rain is coming Tuesday by midday and it's supposed to rain Wednesday so I called to see if bringing it in today would be okay.
The gal I talked to on Friday was off for the next few days, but the gal that took the call said, "You know, you'll have to pay the room rate from the time you bring the furniture in". I told her the gal that I talked to on Friday said nothing about that (only the $1,000 they get for "admission") and besides, he's already paying $11,000 a month for the room he's currently in. He can't be moved it until their PT people give their blessing which I already thought they gave when they gave him the room. Anyway, they're not going to get that additional money one way or the other. It wasn't a fun day.
My uncle doesn't know he's never going home and I hate it. On one hand, he's worked hard to get on his feet and walk without assistance well enough that he's gotten out of the medical unit. I thought he might be able to go home because his legs were really responding to the medicine they are giving him. I was ready to go against their recommendation until last week when everything went south again and he could barely get around. That's when I knew I couldn't take him out of assisted living. I talked to the pain doctor and he'll have his good days and his bad. He needs to stay.
I feel guilty not telling him, but I'm afraid he'll just give up if he knows he's there for the duration. I just hate not telling him.