Badders, sounds like a sofa day is exactly what you needed!
Sandwich, a 3 hour-round trip sounds horrendous! You poor thing!
Big hugs and a lot of 
to you all.
I'm shattered, upset and furious on a fairly continuous loop since the CHC assessment meeting on Tuesday. The social worker did acknowledge that "it must be hard for you to hear this, but he has lost a lot of weight" - that bit wasn't especially difficult to be honest. What was harder - and which nobody really seemed at all sensitive to - was the litany of interventions she described in gory detail about Dad's aggressive behaviour, damaging equipment in hospital, punching members of staff, grabbing visitors, wandering into the women's ward, pissing in corridors, multiple complaints about him from visitors.... it was all I could do not to cry. I do my level best when I'm there but I know I can't overpower him, and stopping him from getting into other people's rooms is nigh on impossible.
I was also told that any knowledge of his condition - or even what it is - would be pointless, so I have no idea of prognosis, triggers or anything. His whole personality is gone, but he could live for another 20 years like this for all I know. It's all I can do not to give him a jar of poteen and let him have one last hurrah before he goes.
I worry about the toll this has taken on my mental health as well as his to be honest. God knows where will take him - again, I've been told it's very unlikely that anywhere in the area will, but "not to worry" because "I ought to get some help in finding somewhere". Another list, I imagine - and since the social worker and CHC assessor kindly refused to provide their last names or any contact details, I have no way of asking for help...