Well, Florida Hospital finally located his stuff. It had been put in a safe for safekeeping. When he was discharged the surgical center had closed, so no one brought it to him, and no one else knew to know to tell him where it was. I REALLY hate that hospital. I took my wife to the ER for kidney stones there once, and they left her on a bed in an ER hallway for hours. She finally called me to come get her and she just walked out. When a bill came in the mail she refused to pay it. I detoxed there back in January and the doctor was a sadist. I slept nearly continuously for three days, waking up only for meals, and then I was up for the next four. I begged the doctor for something to help me sleep and she wouldn't give me anything because, well, you know, I'm an addict. And my discharge instructions said to stop taking all my psych meds plus my cholesterol med. I showed that to my psychiatrist and he was pissed. Doubly pissed because he used to work at that hospital. When my ex wife had to have a hysterectomy, she made sure it wasn't there. She went to Winnie Palmer (wife of golfer Arnold Palmer) Hospital for Women which is part of Orlando Health.
And Ash and Rio, I didn't exactly handle it maturely. I was fuming by the time I got to the front of the line and when the guy behind the counter started arguing with me, telling me I either didn't know my former sponsor's name or he had never been admitted, I did momentarily lose it.
I have to work tomorrow so today consisted of me going to his doctor to get the paperwork for a handicap placard, then the hospital to retrieve his stuff, then the DMV to get the handicap placard, and then a medical supply place so he could get one of those knee scooter thingies. Busy, but had to get it all out of the way today since I'm back to work tomorrow. Kinda nice being able to park close to entrances though lol. After my dad died, I asked my mother what she was going to do with his handicap placard and she self-righteously said, "Well, of course I'm going to do the right thing and return it to the DMV." A few months later we were driving around a packed parking lot and she couldn't find a space, so she sheepishly pulled out my dad's handicap placard and hung it from the mirror and parked.