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Looks like mum's coming home on Wednesday: well, that's what they're saying. She was supposed to be home nearly two weeks ago and she's still at the hospital, so I shan't inform the community just yet! Her bile duct procedure went well and so, barring unforeseen eventualities, that should be it.
I was surprised to see that in addition to twice or thrice daily morphine shots mum's still wearing the fentanyl patches that she's been on for over a year, and in ever increasing doses too: I was under the impression that the former had replaced the latter. It's things like this that contradict any positive signs I see: things are not so good under the surface, obviously. A few days ago the nurse gave her a little more than usual and as I walked out to the balcony with her so she could have a smoke (when that stops, I'll know it's *really* serious) and she swears her feet weren't touching the floor! "Good stuff, this!"
I ducked down to Melbourne for one night in order to take delivery of my new bed frame and pick up a few things that I forgot when I came up here in a rush, such as my hairdryer (shut UP!) and, at mum's request, my espresso machine. She is demanding proper chai latte on her return, and who am I to refuse? I spent the night on my brand new mattress, which is ridiculously soft. Comfy in the shop, but a whole night made my back sore. Snooze assure me that will improve after a few weeks of sleeping on it but I am unconvinced. Oh well, it will be a while before i sleep on it again anyway!
Picked up a few things for mum today as well, today, in preparation for her return: a terry towelling dressing gown, which she wants to use instead of a towel after showering (good idea!), a plastic chair for the shower and a touch lamp for her bedside, as bending down to the power point to turn on her antique crystal lamp won't be so easy any more. Come to think of it, it was never easy, and I don't know why she persisted with it.
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