I woke up earlier this morning in tears, I was having a nightmare about Robby. It went like this: I had to be in the hospital for a couple of days and made arrangements for 24 hour nursing for him at home. But when I got home he was gone, someone had picked him up and taken him to a facility. I couldn’t find out where, I called anyone I could think of, I drove all over to facilities and I still couldn’t find out anything about where he was placed. I was devastated, angry and lost. Then I got a call from one of his doctor’s offices and a nurse I knew, she wanted to know why some facility was asking for a prescription for heart medication for Robby. I told her I didn’t know, that I didn’t even know where he was. I went on to tell her everything that had happened, she gave me all the information for the facility and said she couldn’t understand why he would have been put there, apparently he had just been moved there from another facility. I ran out the door and drove there as fast as possible. They didn’t want to let me see him, but I pushed my way in. Once I found him I started pushing him towards the door, they said I couldn’t take him, I just kept going. They said they were calling the police, I said go ahead I am his conservator and they said the facility was in the process of being named his new conservator. I made it to the car, put him in, left the wheelchair they had him in there and left. I had no idea where I was going, obviously we couldn’t go home…….then I woke up in tears.