First, the story. Zoë crawled in with Peg around 3pm and immediately conked out, after studying until past 1am and getting up five hours later for school. Turns out she was dreaming of the swim practice she skipped this afternoon...which Peg noticed when Zoë started rhythmically twitching her legs and kind of flapping her arms. Apparently she was also dreaming about food, because she started chewing in her sleep. She confirmed 20 minutes later that swimming and munching were part of her dream world.
I also could not resist the lure of cuddling next to Peg in the cushy bed. Especially since we had such a grand show out the window--thunder, lightning, heavy rain and wind. So later this afternoon we enjoyed just being together and looking out the window.
An old friend called from Denver, and as Peg chatted I started to nod off. She nudged me awake when my snoring interfered with the conversation, so I wandered off to heat up more of my birthday ribs. I can be flexible.
Staying ahead of the pain is a bit trickier now for Peg. The Norco isn't quite cutting it, and morphine works but is like killing a fly with a hand grenade. Switching to a Fentanyl patch which will even out the dosage so she's not having to chase after the pain after it's started (always a losing proposition).
Our doc told us that if Peg is ever in any discomfort, for any reason, something's gone wrong with the hospice process. Good people following our Peg...peace of mind for her, and for the rest of us.
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