LIVE and uncensored; Friday early AM

From being extremely sleepy and then lethargic earlier in the week, Liam's condition flipped a 180 degrees on Thursday.  I'm writing these words early Friday morning, 4-5 AM, after 12 or more hours of Liam screaming of pain.  It continues as I'm writing this.  She's right here, next to me

OOOOOOWWWWWWW
I DON'T FEEL WELL
OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW
NO
NO
NO
I DON'T FEEL WELL

Multiply the above by (10 times a minute) X (60 minutes an hour) X (12 hours plus).

Oh, the hell with the math.  My girl is laying next to me  screaming out of pain and I have no way to help her.  They pumped sooooo many medications into her - it could put down a horse.  But she's not only not relaxing, but it seems like the more meds they give her, the worst it gets. 

The frustration is everywhere:  I'm frustrated since I can't help her; Liam is frustrated since I'm her dad, the one who fixes things, the one who should help her - and I do nothing;  the medical staff is frustrated too, maybe.

There's no way my words can describe her suffering or my feelings of inability to help her.  The only way to understand is to be here every minute, every OOOOOWW.  But truly?  The hell with the words too. Who cares?   All I care about is that she'd get some relief.  That's all.