…..for me to stay home with him anymore.
I’m hoping it’s because he know I can’t instead of his being at the stage where he’s turning inward. I will be able to later. Too bad I have to wait till there’s no quality time left.
I just talked to him on the phone a few minutes back. He has the dry heaves and some blood came up.
This cannot be a good thing. Hospice is coming. He may be going to BRF Hospital. Will keep y’all informed. Just because this is where I let it out.
And so it begins………………..?
Update: Hospice came to the house. Sternly told him he NEEDS to take his anti nausea meds along with his other meds to stop the upset stomachs.
He threw up a bit and there was blood in it. He sounds awful on the phone. This tells ME that there is more to it than just nausea. Or it tells me he’s been throwing up more than he’s told me.
I also found out he did NOT tell them how bad the pain was Friday night and Sunday night. He won’t take the liquid morphine till morning. We had to use it several times extra this weekend. In talking with Hospice I found out that he can take it every HOUR if he needs. Not ‘just as needed’ which to him is every 12 hours. They are also doubling that for him so it helps more.
The meds thing will change. I will be making out a list, counting the pills, he will need to mark off when he takes them. No sense in this. He needs to be better at pain management. The bottle says every 12 hours, that’s when he takes it. Hospice told him to take every 8 hours. But because the bottle says 12, that’s what he remembers. And his fear of getting addicted……it was explained to him, yet he clings to HIS idea.
Why am I not in a room with padded wall paper……..?