“Crazy as a Bed Bug” is an old expression that (according to the website Why Do We Say It) owes its origin to the almost insane antics of a bedbug crawling around on a mattress. Its motions are zigzag, its direction uncertain. Thus, it would appear that the bedbug’s “craziness” was more along the lines of unpredictability rather than dementia.
Looks like according to this explanation I
should not be using it to describe Richard. But I am.
I think that the drugs are completely gone from his system. I have been using scheduled doses of ibuprofen to control the pain. The hospice nurse came today and we started him on an antibiotic (for a possible UTI) and we are going to try a very low dose Fentanyl patch. They are worn and deliver a continuous small dose over 72 hours. We will see how he does with this. Wish us luck.
Today we are experiencing for the first time the side affects caused by the morphine....CONSTIPATION. Damn this is NOT fun. But we have had some funny moments and I am glad that both of us can still laugh. Because in reality there isn't a damn thing funny about any of this.
He ate well today. He is settled into his bed and sleeping. My cousin and I got some furniture moved around and out. I went and did a little shopping at Walmart. (Yipee, she says with sarcasm). Then we grilled steaks and had baked potatoes and tossed salad. Justin and Paige came from their town, 50 miles away, and ate with us. Then Justin got a SWAT call and had to leave. It was nice to have them with us for a bit.
I am sipping a strawberry daiquiri and going for a shower then fall into my bed. Thanks for continuing to support me in your thoughts and prayers.