Today is at least sunny, unlike several previous days. It's still unseasonably chilly. I confess I went to Burger King for breakfast (ate junk) and then to the grocery store to pick up a few things.

I called my dad. He is home from the psych hospital. I hadn't visited him for several days and had only called him on my birthday, when he was still in the hospital. He said today that he didn't remember me calling him on my birthday. I guess I can understand that. He was heavily sedated. He says he is still very depressed, even now that he's home. I told him not to worry about anything (he was complaining about not finding things) and that he would benefit from going outside and sitting in his gazebo with a book or walking to his pond. Out of the blue he said "I'm not drinking!" I said I believed him and that it's important he not. I asked him if he is taking any medications the hospital prescribed. He said "yes" and I said that he should keep taking them and that they need time to work...be patient. I then asked when he is starting his IOP (Intensive Outpatient Program). He said this Saturday. I don't know why he has to wait that long. My sister told me my brother will be taking him there and picking him up on the days that he goes.

After my phone call to my father, I called my sister who works from home on Mondays and Wednesdays. I told her the above and asked if she could ask my nephew to go visit him. She said she had already asked the same of him. Before I hung up with my sister, she said my nephew was on his way to my dad's house. I wish I was able to visit my father, but I'm not in a condition to do so. I'm glad that I will finally be able to pick up the Latuda, my psychiatrist prescribed, later this afternoon. I hope it helps. I hope to visit Dad, with my husband, this Sunday.