I am reading the Kindle version of M. Louisa Locke’s Maids of Misfortune set in Victorian San Francisco. This is one of my favorite mystery settings.
I went straight to the hospital this morning to talk with the doctors. We did not get very good news. Dad will not get any better, may stay the same, and will continue to get worse. His heart function is down roughly 10% and his breathing and lungs will not get any better. The several bouts with pneumonia along with the CHF are taking a toll on his heart and kidneys. The plan is to discharge him home to Creekside rather than a nursing home. We will start out with Medicare home provided health care and possibly add paid health care to help mom care for dad. Frances was coming to the hospital after she ran some errands and arrived just as the doctors were leaving. I brought her up to speed then we both made phones calls to get things set up to take him home tomorrow. Basically the doctors have done all they can for him at this point.
I went on to work. Frances went back to the apartment to give mom the not so good news. Frank, one of the on site managers went along with Frances to talk to mom. They went to lunch then Frances took mom to the credit union to deposit some checks. While there they were going to add Frances and I to mom and dads accounts.
They required the POA we presented in order to sign for dad to be registered with the county deeds office. Frances, of course, had only a copy. They called me from the bank to see I had one but I told them they had a copy of the originals I have here. I logged out of work at 2:45, called Bob to gather up the notebook with the documents, drove home to pick up the stuff, and off to the bank. In the meantime Frances had taken mom back home and gone on to work.
At the bank I called the attorney who drew up the wills and POA’s. He said some banks are nasty about a POA and require the registration. It cost $26, I take the POA to the register of deeds, they put a seal and stamp a deed book number and page on it. BAH!
I talking with the rep I mentioned it would be easier to bring dad by the bank on the way home and have him sign the papers in the car. She paused, said “I’ll be right back” and took off. Back she came. She thought dad was unable to sign the documents due to his health condition. She gave me the paperwork. Off I go back to the hospital.
Dad has now signed the required documents. I will drop them off tomorrow afternoon before I pick him up from the hospital.