Still about the Same

I've called Hospice back out here twice, because he was in pain that I couldn't resolve with the Morphine, or his breathing was worse. They're good to come, but it takes over an hour for them to make the drive. His heart is still strong, although the body is all but shut down.

I managed to get a little sleep last night, but mostly it's my arm keeping me awake. It's still very swollen above the elbow and painful all the way down to my finger tips. It's hard to say if I pulled a muscle, irritated a tendon, or if this is from the Parkinson's. Whatever it is, I'm not helping to change Daddy now. We have the nurses and aides coming, so Fred helps them do it. Daddy's bottom looks horrible now, but it's to be expected, since we have quit trying to turn him. He's just in too much pain when we have to, to put in a suppository for pain, or to change him. He's resting peacefully almost all the time, if we just leave him alone. So I've opted for bed sores, rather than upsetting him every 2 hours.

Frances is here today, so I've left her with Daddy, and I've moved up to the living room to try to get some sleep. Just thought I'd jot off how things are right now, before I try to get some rest.