Things have been busy since Kevin and I returned from Oklahoma. I finally got the chance to go through the bills that I had set aside. There was an envelope about a warranty for a new F-150 truck. What? We don’t have one of those. So I do a quick credit report check. Certainly not. Certainly my uncle didn’t buy a truck. But there it was in black and white. My cousin bought a truck in my uncle’s name. The loan – everything – it all is in my uncle’s name. My cousin stole my uncle’s identity. Now what do I do? Again, I make phone calls. I call the bank. They suggest I put in a police report. Except I am not my uncle. Let’s see how that POA form goes. Thankfully it worked. I was able to (after several phone calls) put in a police report. I put a halt to my uncle’s credit. I am pissed. How could a son do that to his father? Doesn’t he know I need that credit to maybe get him in an assisted living situation pretty soon?
Apparently, where my cousin lives is a pretty small town. My cousin got word I was onto him. Magically, the truck was sold and the loan was paid in full. I guess I am just angry. I am angry that someone would treat their father that way. I am angry that he made one more thing I needed to figure out. But I will not give up. I have not come this far to get defeated by some silly punk that can’t figure out his financial life.
Meanwhile, my uncle is doing well in the outpatient sessions. He seems to be in a rhythm. The psychologist was also able to get my uncle in home health care. She comes twice a week to make sure he is taking his medicines and to check on things for me. We talk often. But I still don’t have an answer as to what is the real root cause of things. I know he is falling. I know he isn’t steady on his feet. And I know that he isn’t eating right. I have been reading that diet is key to managing bi-polar symptoms. But that is hard to do when you are 1400 miles away.
Caregiver Musings 