The bastard ended up in the hospital for the first time in his 76 years earlier this month.
Went to town and on the way back had a stroke...vertigo, lost most of his vision and the use of his left arm and leg. Somehow was able to pilot his car back to his place and was trying to get in his door, couldn't fish his keys out of his left jeans pocket...miraculously his neighbor 4 doors up had called an ambulance earlier as he himself was feeling bad. The EMTs were on their way to his neighbor's place when they came across my dad having a stroke in his doorway. They immediately started working on him.
He hasn't seen a doctor since he was in the military 58 years ago.
Now he has 4 prescriptions to take every day and has to actually go to his doctor he's had since he's been on Medicare for 11 years, on top of a trip to the cardiologist.
I care, but am quickly preparing to wash my hands of the entire affair.