...round and round we go.
We had to have my Dad committed to the psych. ward in the county hospital on Wednesday. It was a dreary, rainy day -- it pretty much matched the way I felt.
His psychiatrist agreed with us that after the 'event' over the weekend, that going into the hospital would be the best way to adjust his medications.
My dad has access to a telephone and has called here at least twice a day every day since. He doesn't sound any better. He still sounds as wild as he did before he was put into the hospital.
My mom doesn't want him to come back home. She's scared of him. Ugh. Now I'm looking into long-term residential psychiatric facilities, nursing homes, Medicade, etc., etc., etc.
Some Christmas gift that is!
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