Yesterday the Nurses started Dad on morphine, in my mind, I take that as we are nearing his passing. We were all pretty exhausted so palliative care organised a nurse to stay the night so Shane and I could get a full nights sleep. Nicky arrived at 10.00pm and just took over, which is just what I needed. I took a sleeping pill and of into Zzzzzz’s world. I feel a bit more human today having had a good nights sleep and knowing that Dad was in very good hands. Today he has been quite settled, but still knowing me and nodding his head to some questions, when he is awake that is. The nurse is with him at the moment giving him a freshen up and inserting a catheter (my poor daddy). I am so happy he is now less agitated and very comfortable. We have a hospital bed in his bedroom and it has one of those air mattresses, it looks so comfy. Comfort and Hospital Bed are not two words that are usually used together. I was just in the bedroom helping the nurse turn Dad and I once again saw a glimmer of his funny sense of humour. I must admit I miss his sense of humour; it has always been very cheeky.
Canadian Rockies - 1989
The Olympics are bring back wonderful memories of my time in Canada.
** "Davine Time" update - Last night not only did I get a full nights sleep, but I had a lovely hot bubble bath.