In reply to wae :
Thank you but.... Canada, and I've been working with a similar organization here, with not a great deal of luck. They're good at setting appointments, having meetings and making reports. Actually getting things done, not so much.
Saturday was a tough one, leaving work a few hours into my shift and driving to Mom's because she was wandering. I think because she doesn't get much (any) mental stimulation at home she deteriorates until she does something and I get the call. I speak to her for an hour or two, and she's back to manageable. I did that Saturday and left after 5 hrs knowing Stepdad's daughter was coming over later so she should be fine. And it went like this:
8:30 I'm exhausted and go to bed so I don't feel like E36 M3 at 4:30am
10:00 I'm awakened by fireworks and can't get back to sleep because... fireworks
10:30 Phone rings. Not good. I don't get to it in time, but they leave a message. I see my phone is loaded with text messages from SD's daughter. Your mom doesn't recognize Roy, and is trying to kick him out of the house before her husband and kids come home, I may call the cops. Phone message was from a social worker at the hospital but I can't make out the number so I go back to bed. She is safe there, I need to work tomorrow, it can wait till the morning.
11:00 Still can't sleep because... fireworks. Phone rings. I don't get to it, it's the social worker again and he leaves a clear message with his number. I call back and get the details. He's very helpful, and Mom is safe, she'll be in, at very least, overnight. I can call for an update in the morning.
12:00 The fireworks finally stop, the last time I looked at te clock it was 12:30. Oh, good, I might get 4hrs sleep.
It was a very quiet day at work, which was good because I was running on fumes all day. But I got through to the Hospital and they said, no rush, she will be assessed and someone will call you. Between updates, and hospital workers looking for info on Mom I got a half dozen calls yesterday. She's being admitted, and that's a good thing, she's safe there, and I don't have to worry about her wandering, or doing something she shouldn't. And this may get the ball rolling, as I've been trying to get her into a home, nursing, retirement, assisted living, or long term care, I'll work with anybody to see that she's looked after, but not getting any call backs.
I'm done venting, it was therapeutic.