Dad's on a waiting list for the day treatment physiotherapy. He's #17. No telling when he'll start. Mom took the initiative and wanted to get Dad a private physio to come in. She asked Brother who tried to get someone to see Dad when he was in the hospital, barely able to move and comprehend. It wasn't appropriate then, but would be perfect now. Bonus is that the physio guy will come to the house for $30/hour. He's not licensed, but practiced in his home country. Brother at least will feel like he's contributed something and maybe will ease off Mom and stop berating her and blaming her for Dad's situation.
Because Brother won't go to the house if I'm there, I'll only go on the weekend for the next few weeks. The physio guy gets a ride with Brother to Mom and Dad's. So no Brother, no physio guy. I couldn't care less, but for Mom I'll stay back for now. You pick and choose your battles. This one is no biggie. Unless the unlicensed physio guy does some damage to Dad.
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