Phwoar. Paul McGann.
Well, I'm back home. It's a good job DP went to see FiL last night, as his spirit seems to have left him now. I went in to see him briefly, and he looked tally different. He wants to go - he's said so. Everyone reckons it could be tonight.
Yet more unbelievable arsery. He can now no longer take morphine by mouth, as he can't keep anything down. So the district nurse said shed sort out a syringe pump, but that it would need a doctors signature. She disappeared. FiL was in massive pain, no sign of nurse or syringe pump, and she wasn't answering calls. Nor was the doctor. FFS - where's the system? And he can't be prescribed more than three hours-worth at a time, so SiL keeps having to trail to the chemist. This time he needed a larger, stronger dose, so the district nurse phoned the request through. SiL got to the chemist to be told 'computer says no... It's too large a dose to be given without a doctor'. SiL nearly breaks down. It's been a constant battle to just keep him out of pain and with a shred of dignity.
RANT. Luckily, I have a good friend high up in the cqc whose ear I shall be bending.