Whoopee we're all gonna' die!!

Continuing on with my story of HD and me.
Shortly after my neurological work-up, I got a phone call informing me that my father was in the hospital with frost bit on his toes and feet.
He was staying with his brother in Cedar Springs and for some reason started walking into town. The problem was, it was below freezing and he was barefoot and had no jacket.
I went to the hospital several times to visit him and he seemed quite pleased to see me.
The day after Christmas I went to his room and walked into an empty room! I felt like the breaath had been knocked out of me. When I finally regained my equilibrium, I went to the nurses station.
Apparently,my father became VERY agitated during the night and actually too a swing at a nurse. He was taken to the County Psychiatric Facility.
I finally got to talk to the Doctor assigned to my father. He was being worked up for a psychiatric evaluation. I was able to visit him.
After about a week, the social worker called me and wanted to talk to me.
His team had decided to send him to Kalamzoo Psychiatric Hospital, (the state nut-house)
for further evaluation.
I guess I should have realized at that point that my father was very sick. I was just trying to
cope with my life. School, homework and a part-time job left me little time to think about other things.
His social worker called me a couple of days after his transfer to Kalamazoo and talked to me about having him committed. Mymother volunteered to do it, but I was the one who was
totally involved and felt some kind of moral call to follow through. Besides, I didn't want my mother to deal with her ex, anymore than she had to.
I got a lawyer through Legal Aide and there was an offical hearing with a judge. I was very nervous. After the doctor and social worker presented the findings from the work-ups the judge asked my father if he knew where he was?
" A mental hospital," he said.
Then the judge asked him how they were treating him?
"Ok," he looked at the judge, "I get cigarettes."
The judge asked him a couple of other questions which my father answered very lucidly.
I started getting really nervous. All kinds of doubts raced through my mind.
Then the judge asked him how the food was?
"It's good, but I know they're putting bugs in it, so they know what I'm thinking."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
My father was committed to KSH and I was appointed his guardian.
Paranoid Schizophrenia with Degenerative Disease (Huntington's Disease.)
I spoke with his Doctor at KSH abd the social worker several times after he was officially admitted. They suggested that I give him a couple of weeks to get settled and then I could come and visit him.

Enough for now
smitty