Post 252: Boxing Day develops into a clock watch.
When the pills and potions are working together well and the body is feeling strong there’s nothing much to spoil the view but today’s oramorph timings have been every four hours meaning that the pain in my back is getting worse and worse.
Our eldest and his wife were heading north early this afternoon so there was a little bit of clearing up but at a very relaxed pace.
There was plenty of talk about the funeral in Ireland and who was going with my Darling. In the end both lads would go and they would hire a car like last time. Only six months after Kev we have Teddy, it’s not fair but it is done.
The most logical thoughts about the timing of the wake and funeral is Thursday Friday for the service and interment. But there nothing we can do until wee have facts about the dates.
When the eldest left for home we were left in a quiet home with records strewn across one end of the lounge that I must clear up.
The blinkin’ DJ’s were really untidy.
But that would only take five minutes.
My Darling came into the lounge and plonked down with a heavy thud like she was ready for bed.
To be truthful we did go to bed very early and both of us needed all the drugs we were prescribed today due to the busy and anxious last two days.
I really didn’t help with my ungraceful short flight from the chair to the wooded floor and all the casualty worries.
This evening the lower back pain is understandably causing me to watch the clock until the next Oramorph dose.
Four hours apart now which means I’m at the limit of my pain threshold and doses of pain relief. If this caries on I’ll
Have to contact the hospice again.
We go to bed early and I’m still watching the clock. The pain is horrendous and I hope that the morning brings more pain relief. I can’t poke up with this much longer. Even lying flat is not the answer — I can’t find any “best position” to ease the pain.
It’s 03:00 and I have another hour until I can have another dose. It’s getting worse and nighttime makes the pain worse somehow.
Another hour to go!
Good night.
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