Pain pain go away

Mom was lying in bed, watching the parade with her roommate Jesse when I arrived around 11:30 on Thanksgiving. She said she went to physical therapy that morning, but only lasted five minutes or so because the pain was too great just sitting in the wheel chair. Today, however, she managed a half hour in the chair during an occupational therapy session. Getting the pain under control has been difficult in part because pain meds are given as needed, on demand, and being her usual stoic self, she doesn't want to ask for anything until it's unbearable. I spoke with the physician assistant who works with her doctor here, and she wrote orders for Mom to have Narcan (naloxone) every four hours, not just when she asks for it.

Her appetite is hearty, though. She claims the food has improved since her stay a few months ago (other improvements include wireless). The noon meal on Thanksgiving was traditional Thanksgiving fare, and she ate practically everything on her plate. How she manages to eat while lying at a 25 degree angle is beyond me.

Tara and her son Adam's visit yesterday afternoon lifted her spirits considerably. Byron and Colleen dropped by yesterday and today, and Mom's friend June also visited today. She's pretty exhausted from the day's activities, and as type she's napping. At least when she's sleeping she seems to get some relief from the pain.