Life is frustrating sometimes

Rude, inconsiderate people annoy me. Venting, Venting, Venting.

I went to see my father on Father's Day.  He lives in an apartment near the nursing home where my mom is. He had gone to the ER because he pulled something onto his foot. He was doing good though. Nothing broke.
On Tuesday one of the agencies that provides care for him called and said he wasn't answering the phone. When they went there he wasn't there. My dad doesn't go anywhere because he doesn't walk much and he sure doesn't drive. This is the message on my answering machine. I try to call, no answer, so before I drive up there and find my father in bed, not okay, I would call the hospital.
Sure enough he had been admitted. The nurse can't tell me anything but she will have the doctor call me. I am his POA. No one calls me back. I call back the next morning, talk to his nurse again, again told I will have the doctor call you.
About four hours later my dad calls and is going on and on about not wanting his cat put to sleep. I had no idea what he was talking about because I hadn't talked to anyone. He was quite stressed about this. Even when I went there no one could tell me anything and they will have the doctor call me. NO CALL.
The next day I call again and asked for a supervisor. After telling them that I am calling the state she goes out and has the doctor finally call me.
Well we did a cognitive eval and have almost got the nursing home lined up. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
They tell me there is all kinds of paperwork for me to do. I go around doing all this paperwork and listen to these nasty, grumpy nurses tell me what I need to do. I am thinking who was going to do this if I didn't call there demanding some answers.
Then they tell me I have to sign paperwork stating I realize that medicare will not pay for this visit because he wasn't truly admitted, he was an observation patient.
The lady from the Veteran's Home called me, what an angel. The lady for the Department of Human Services calls me, again an angel. If it weren't for those two people I would probably be in jail from slapping those nasty crabby unprofessional witches at that hospital. I am soooooo mad. I am calling the state anyway. I am writing letters. I am seriously complaining to someone.
My father is now in a Veteran's Home, forever I guess., but not positive. Again I am his POA. I do think my dad will be happier in the Home, he will have company, but I also think I should have been notified and asked what my opinion on all this was. Maybe I wanted him to come home here. I couldn't take care of him but they could have at least asked me.
These last four days have been a whirlwind of confusion, frustration, anger, and exhaustion. I am however sending those two ladies mentioned above a gift. They were the shining light in this hell of a week. Taking care of our parents is not an easy job. I have four siblings and all but one of them only calls when they want to complain about something they think I should be doing, etc. I hang up on them.
So I am assuming someone is going to clue me in on what I do next, close his apartment? move his stuff there? etc etc. I have no idea. I think I am going to go and cry for a while, relieve a little stress, and tomorrow will have to be a better day.
I hope you are all having a good week.
Kat