Now into the second week of hospice and I have so many different emotions, I do not know even where to begin. Assessments conducted by the doctor, nurse, occupational/physical therapist, social workers, and the personal care assistant lasted anywhere from one hour to four hours on four different days last week. At one point, I took a two hour nap because I just could not stay awake any longer, let alone try to carry on an intelligent conversation with someone. Glad they are over with and we can at least pretend to be in some sort of routine.
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On the Bird to Gird trail a couple weeks ago. |
Now, though, we are working on adjusting Sam's pain meds to match his pain level. No one really understood the level of pain he experiences. On the other hand, he finally understood why he needed to fully describe his pain and be honest about his pain level. This, if nothing else, is challenging. What a person's body goes through during this time is nuts. On top of the pain meds, the doctor decided to put him on steriods and for the life of me, I cannot remember why. Today, Sam hallucinated a good portion of the day. It was not scary, but it made me wonder if my Sam was gone for good, especially when he asked why I did not "open the door." I thought for a couple seconds and finally just said, "because I am not ready to." He accepted that response and moved on to another topic. That question made me catch my breath, though, because many people who are dying talk about seeing a door or going through a door. So, of course, now I am wondering what that was all about but I am not about to bring it up. He also told me the football players I am coaching are not playing up to their ability and they are trying to fake me out with their half hearted practices. Who knew? Tonight, he seems to be back to his old self but we shall see what tomorrow brings.
As for me, I am doing pretty good. Just wish I could get a bit more sleep, but that opportunity will come soon enough.
q'ua