Turns out there is an upside to Dad having Scabies (for the 10th time!). It's such a contagious little creeper, that Dad has been assigned his own room at the Psych Ward to quarantine him from the other patients while he finishes the scabies treatment. Now how about that?!
My Mom and I visited him yesterday and he was peacefully taking a post-lunch nap in his little bed next to his large window in his private room. Both of his hands were resting on his chest and he was breathing deeply. He was peaceful. It feels good to say that. A welcomed and much appreciated word after the last few weeks.