It was an interesting and trying weekend. Friday evening (of course it would be Friday after hours) I developed shortness of breath when I went to bed that resulted in multiple calls to Hospice, a few rescue oxycodone and my first night in the hospital bed downstairs.
On Saturday, arrangements were made to have liquid morphine available (more effective for the shortness of breath) as well as oxygen. I had some more shortness of breath on Saturday that was taken care of with one dose of the morphine and I was able to sleep in my own bed again. Sunday I had more shortness of breath in the afternoon, tried the oxygen, which had no effect, and finally beat it down with a couple more doses of liquid morphine.
I’m still trying to find the medication balance that will keep me comfortable without undue nausea or sleepiness. The sun is shining and aside from a wee bit of nausea I’m not doing too badly so maybe we’re on the right track.
Although that’s really the point of this short entry - that there really isn’t any “right,” just the best we can do. It is a blessing for me that there are so many people trying so hard to do the best they can do for me. We’ll just keep doing that — one day at a time.