Tonight, they injected her with morphine

0902, 10th day of hospitalization

Yesterday, my mother went to the toilet 16 times a day 24 hours, 7 of which were in vain. At 4:50 in the morning, because the hospital let me leave a urine sample, I took the small box of urine from the gap in the toilet chair, tried to pick up a point, bent over and waited for half a day, the waist was also sore, found nothing, my mother said to drink some more water to try, after a while, I went to pick up again, and finally received a small half box of butter oil, enough for a test tube.

Because in addition to the toilet at night, my mother also had countless times to drink water and change her posture, I saw my cousin no longer, and in the morning I carried my mother back to bed, and he also began to sleep. I think we kind of stuck him.

In the morning, she washed her mother's face, dripped Zhenrui eye drops, and then wanted to rub some moisturizer on her, she used to like to rub because she felt that the skin was particularly dry, this time to rub her, she said "just want to stay quiet for a while" Before ordering albumin, I need to measure my body temperature, 37.2 degrees, I ordered anti-inflammatory drugs, the body temperature was normal, my right shoulder was in severe pain, my sister let me give her a diclofenac sodium extended-release tablet, she continued to fall asleep, and took the initiative to ask for oxygen before going to bed.

At noon my mother ate about a small bowl of porridge, in the afternoon continued to fall asleep, oxygen inhalation, my cousin and I also fell asleep, until she asked for water and toilet, I woke up, found that my mouth is also very dry, the lower lip inside the ulcer, a little pain, get out of bed with my cousin to cooperate with the mother to put the mother on the toilet chair, crouch down and get up again when I feel some pain in the waist. This time the toilet is the same as the other times during the day today, more than twenty minutes of futile, the wipes are not stained, the diuretic seems to have no help, when feeding her water, she hummed and said "only in and out", I was almost speechless, WeChat asked my sister to ask if you want to take the expensive diuretic drug devaptam newly bought the day before yesterday (the 717 yuan a box delivered by the US group on the same day, 5 tablets, 2-4 days delivered nearly 500 yuan a box), she said that she did not accept it first. I heard someone mention a painkiller in the family group of liver cancer patients, so I secretly asked my sister, and my sister said that she asked other departments today, asked about a painkiller, and if it hurts at night, I will quiet one.

In the evening I cooked noodles in blackfish soup and told her to get up to eat, she said how to eat again, which meal, I said it was dinner, she "oh" a little, asked to change the posture for a while, got up and ate a small bowl of noodles, after eating and leaned on a pile of pillow quilts to rest for a while (after eating bloating badly, if you lie down directly worried about spitting out), lie down again, continue to take oxygen. My sister came over tired from work, she said she had a heart upset, she had an early doctorate, I asked her if she had any medication, she said she just needed to rest, she didn't have surgery today. She went to bed and looked at her mother, who was sweating a lot and soaking the pillow, and I secretly asked her what the painkillers she wanted to quiet at night were, and she said that she would not quiet the medicine, and inject morphine intramuscularly at night, and I suddenly felt that this was like a landmark sentence again.

At 21:45 p.m., mom's 9th futile toilet ride, I asked her if she wanted to wash her feet while she was on the toilet, and she replied decisively, "No" because she was "too tired." We carried her to bed, I covered her with a quilt, put on an oxygen tube, and smelled a special smell coming from her, not a bad smell, not the kind of smell I smelled when I held her pillow when I missed her as a child, probably what a doctor said was "the peculiar smell of liver cancer patients."

At 22:00, the nurse came, injected mom with morphine, mom didn't ask anything, kept sleeping, she only cared about how to sleep so as not to panic, in order not to hurt, I used a cotton swab to help her press to stop the bleeding, and saw that she had several red bruises left by the pinholes (the coagulation index was too low, and the blood could not stop being easily bruised).

What kind of night will it be tonight? In those cold nights, I carried the toilet garbage bag and waddled through the quiet corridor outside the hospital ward, and that experience would eventually become a memory...