It's Sunday and we're still here

Tom again. I might take over writing the blog full time, although i'm sure Dad might get withdrawal if he doesn't post at some point. 

Mum The boys really wanted to watch the film 'Die Hard' last night so we put it on the TV.  Mum was so interested in it that she spent the whole film snoozing.  Everyone was tired, and it was just nice to put on a familiar film so we could switch off a little.

Mum was still forcing down some antibiotics yesterday and there was a discussion as to how things tasted differently to how they smelt.  I recounted a story to everyone, stating how I once ate that deliciously smelly Original Source lime shower gel, only to find out that it did not taste as good as it smelt.  I was met with a muted "stupid boy" comment from mum.  I confess, I was just trying to get a laugh from her.

Us children left at about 11pm, leaving Dad to tend to mum throughout the night. We were back bright and early just after 7:30am to relieve him, and he's currently at home having a shower and possibly falling asleep on the couch. 

I know the dogs are feeling a little bored at the moment because I found a decimated dog toy in the garden this morning (fluff everywhere), but hopefully we've found some more entertainment for them today.  There's even talk of bringing them here for 5 minutes, but that depends a lot on whether mum is awake enough to appreciate them.  I don't hold out much hope that there will be a large enough window of lucidity for that.

Any time mum needs to be moved we're pre-empting it with a quick shot of morphine as any movement leads to coughing and a bit of panic breathing, which is not good for anyone involved, especially her. 

At this point it's hard to paint any sort of accurate picture of the situation without it sounding particularly bleak and harrowing. I'm not one to sugar coat it though, and i'm actually surprised that i'm managing to maintain some degree of eloquence without resorting to just using swear words.

Its 9am and Mum has just been given some steroids, morphine, and methadone.  Even taking drugs through swallowing liquid at this point is very hard and it took probably 20 minutes to get that done.

Methadones emerald green colour reminds me a bit of creme de menthe.  We could put some in a shot glass, pour some baileys on top and make a 'Springbok'.  I haven't had one of those shots since I was about 18, although I'm sure it would have a bit more of a kick to it than I remember!

From what i've seen this morning she can barely open her eyes, but still insists on taking the drugs that they're giving her. The nurse in charge handed her the syringe of methadone, mum then held it for a good few minutes, obviously wanting to take it but feeling a little incapable. 

It was only when the nurse said something to the effect of "Its ok you don't have to take it. Most people in your situation cant take drugs at this point" that mum decided that it was time for "bottoms up", squirted the entire syringe into her mouth and drank the whole thing.  Reverse psychology really does work.

I always did tell her never to turn down free drugs.