Oh pud, that sounds hard. My df is in some discomfort and I hate to see it. I am dreading the time when it is severe pain that he's suffering with. I hope your df gets some help with the pain. We found that oramorph was not good for my dad, because it built up in his system as his kidneys couldn't cope with it and became toxic. He's also on gabapentin, which is similar to pregablin.
Feel free to waffle on. That's the whole point of the thread for me. Somewhere to share the highs and the lows and to just be able to say what you need to say. Especially the things that you don't think you can say to people in rl.
DF's car remains unfixed and I think that's a good thing. He just doesn't recognise when he's coming down with an infection and the first symptom that we notice is he becomes a bit confused. He's still home at the moment and says he feels well. He sleeps in his chair, which I worry about in terms of bed sores, but he finds it difficult to accept he needs a hospital bed and at least he has a mobility type arm chair that he can get comfy in.
One thing I'm sort of stuggling with is that I don't cry about the situation. I feel sad about it. I know that at some point there will be a moment when it all changes, but at the moment we spend time planning some things to do together and other times helping out at home and then occasionally doing hospital visits if he's in because of an infection. I've done the tears of 'poor me, my Dad's dying' and the tears of 'poor Dad, this is awful for him' and thinking about all the things he won't be able to do any more.
I do fear for what will come next and know that it's a waiting game really. Waiting for the next infection that will put him in hospital - which he truly hates and he's not the most patient- patient as a result. Waiting for the next symptom that will be a worry. Waiting for the next scan (if there will be one) and the news of where it's spread to now.
But for the rest of the time it doesn't feel real and I can't cry about it. He's here. He's uncomfortable but his pain is mostly managed. He's able to do some small things for himself and has friends and family that take him places which he can enjoy for a short time depending on his discomfort. I can't get it into my head that he's dying.
Sorry for the rather maudlin message. :(