I am a bird hiding from the storm...

Irritated
I was happy to hear yesterday on my way home from work that my dad had been transferred to another rehab facility, a lil closer to home. Mom and sister weren't there yet, so I expected a call later on after they had seen the place. Later that evening, I get the call from an irritated sister..

"So, how was it?"
"Dude, the place is a shit-hole!"
"What?"
"It's overcrowded and understaffed. I don't want him to be here."
"Shit, are you serious?!?"
"Yeah, we're trying to get him into his own room, or at least a double, I just wish he could go home already"
"Yeah, me too...."
-end of conversation

Why even let someone into a facility that's overcrowded and understaffed, and yes...I know...there ARE reasons...but put YOUR dad in that place and see if the opinion still stands...cuz it doesn't for me. FUCK...I hate all this shit man... I'm trapped in that box again... Well, I can only do what I can...so that's what I will do.

"When making your choice in life, do not neglect to live."
-Samuel Johnson