Dad woke up in decent spirits this morning. He came down and made coffee, got the paper, but he is complaining that his hip is bothering him today.
For myself, I am also in better spirits from yesterday, and I will gladly say good-bye to the pity party I started last night.
Today got away from me. My sister and niece came over, so I ran to the grocery store real quick to grab a few things for dinner.
I made beef tips and noodles and Dad ate pretty well.
He took his 2nd nerve pill, and I also learned that he had not taken a morphine pain pill since yesterday morning, so I got one for him to take before bed.
I asked him how his nausea was, and he said he couldn’t tell if it was nausea or pain. I said that I think if he feels any pain at all, then it’s pain, not nausea. I guess unless you are the person actually suffering, understanding what he feels is impossible. All I know is that he has pain, and there is nothing that can be done other than feeding him pain pills.