Instead of paying attention to med shifts, and getting up around 1 or so at the latest, but I decided to wait until 2-ish, when Christopher would be there. I will never do that again.
Being moved in that hydraulic lift can be excruciating. That, then being plunked down into the chair, then being jerked around to adjust me, well, it just ain’t pleasant. Suffice it to say that right after being seated is the only time I always need a breakthrough Methadone.
However, it turned out I was way at the last strings of the Methodone, not to mention the aides’ shift. They did the sack of potatoes routine, then ran out. I was miserable, and getting worse every minute. The nurse got me my second base dose, but finding two aides just coming on duty to put me back to bed seemed like it took forever.
Oh, the motor chair came, but I have to have some tech to show me how to drive it. It looks narrow, though, painfully narrow. I’ll reserve my opinion on it, but I suspect we may have to search for another, wider, chair.
Ah. The base dose is starting to take effect. More later, maybe.