From rough water to a mirror lake

Liam went through several rough days.  Constant complaining ow, ooww, oooooowwww to the degree of screaming. Once again, the blog is short of words to describe what was going on here.  She was miserable.  As the dear reader may recall, the risk with doping her out of pain is that she might stop breathing.  At some point yesterday, they gave her some morphine.  But it didn't work.  I lose track of time now, but she suffered for many many hours.  Eventually, they increased the dose of the morphine today at 4 AM after probably more than 24 hours of misery and no sleep.

Again, how much morphine do you give without risking her life?  There's no clear answer here.  It's more of a trial with no room for errors (but the breathing machine is standing by outside her door - just in case it's needed).

After that increased 4 AM dose, she finally fell asleep.  Now it's 5 PM Saturday and she's still sleeping deeply.  Breathing is fine so far. 


So what caused all the agitation?  It's hard to tell, but the drs think they identified an ileus (a word I just learned myself today).  The best thing for it, per Dr. Rachel, is rest.  (I will now take some  measures to prevent myself of getting it....i.e., I'll rest....i.e., golf is on....)