The hospice nurse told me to quit trying to make her eat stuff. if she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it. If she decides she wants something and we don't have it, run over and get some. don't worry about how much she does or doesn't eat.
The idea of the other hospice nurse to have one pill sooth the duodenal ulcer followed by one to coat the stomach to prevent nausea ( a so called one-two punch) for the greater part is working. yay.
The hospice people mentioned that as things progress they may change to a pain med. that is not 'stomach reliant.'
The Fentanyl patch was upped from a 12 to a 50 every 72 hours.
The hospice nurse today told me to get the hell out of here for an hour every so often so I don't get overly whacked out about every cough and every sound. While Kara and Phil and their urchies were here I did the grocery shopping so was gone for almost an hour.
We also changed her scenery.
We got her into one of her new zipper dresses and got her out to the couch. The dogs love it.
The Basenjis are sleeping at her feet. They very very happy.
I have my computer out here with me.
I asked diane if she wanted anything. all she said was 'just sit here.
so, here we are.
two old swans. one on the couch, one in the chair, fox news on the tv, sun going down behind the pretty trees across the street. I wouldn't trade the moment for a million bucks.
love you all - dad
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