Sigh. I must suck it up and call dad's insurance 'telehealth' line.

 I hate making phone calls.  I hate dealing with medical shit.  But he needs to get in,  burping all the time is one thing, but not being able to keep food down, that needs to be addressed and he is not going to deal with it himself.  I suppose I should count myself lucky that for normal doc appointments, prescriptions, etc he has been handling everything for himself.   He is only doing the hide under the covers now when feeling crappy, probably scared of what he thinks they might tell him.