Holy Crap

So, on tuesday my sis took father to dinner.
 I get a text from her saying he's "sh*t faced" from three glasses of wine."
The next day I find out that she had to ask for a wheelchair to get him back into his room- omg!
Well, today I find out that he has been puking all week and fell out of bed, puked his bed up,room,clothes, and bathroom. I mean wow. The manager told me he is not to drink and have this happen or they will get in trouble.
Dam, why wasnt my sister here to be told this-she's the one that let it happen.
 I heard the staff (not knowing who I was) complaining about having to clean up after him & change his bed again- this is friday! how many times have they?!
Holy Crap!
I was a nervous wreck visiting him after being told all this and practically hyperventilated driving to the diner. I kept reiterating what they said and he just kept saying that it was because of three. I said to the waitress "He'll have ONE or NONE". He had ginger ale and two bites of pancake saying he felt like it was going to come up ( which he later denied)
I told him in the car that I was SO relieved he had nothing to drink & isn't it better that he can walk in by himself? He apologized.
I know all will be forgotten next week.