My grandfather overdosed on his Parkinson's medicine once. He was taken to a Mental Hospital so he could ween off the medicine. It was a very terrible place, my grandfather hated it there, and I will do everything I can to insure he doesn't go back. The doctors tried to keep him there longer, they fed him more pills which made him more tired. I was very surprised to see my Grandmother so calm in a time like this, because she is never calm, ever. But my grandmother is the soul reason my grandfather was able to get out of that place, because she came in every day with me and she made sure he wasn't fed any more nasty pills so he could get better. Praise god, and Praise my grandmother. And of course, praise the family. Mental Hospitals are horrible places, I hope he never goes back again.