Another Day

Day two of waking up and almost going to ER.
Back to the routine of sitting a bath and taking a handful of meds to get the pain to go away.
This time Phil was only able to keep the pain away for 4 hours (its supposed to last 6 hours with one and 12 hours with the other).

Went for a small drive this morning since Phil has been home almost all week.
But again, it was like he ran a marathon and is now in and out of sleep.

He gets hot and cold. He sweats then is freezing.
He is doing better about not complaining....but today it must be bad because he's been doing a lot of that complaining stuff.

I must have been born in the wrong family....
My mom was totally awesome (at least with me and my grandmother) when we got sick. She took great care of us.
Unfortunately I didn't inherit that empathetic gene from her, so I feel kind of stranded. Actually I've learned to deal with it by taking the doctor approach. I question him about his pain, where its hurting, if he thinks he's taken or done anything differently, then bit by bit I question until we think we've pin-point the problem thus finding a solution.
Probably not a great way to do it, but I guess thats the only way I know how to deal with it.

We have an emergency appointment with his pain management team on Monday.
Cancelled another appointment.
Getting more blood work done.
Going to get allergy shots next week.
Made an appointment with GI for the beginning of February.