Pain Management

Saturday night was spectacularly awful. The greatest blessing was that in the morning Faina did not remember anything of it. She was in pain most of the night and did not find relief until around 4:00 a.m. when the combination of Ambien and Percocet finally did their work. She then slept until about 10:00 a.m.

She was comfortable through most of the day and, joined by Tanya, the epitome of a BFF, being friends since kindergarten in Leningrad, enjoyed a few movies. After the last of the Trick or Treaters rang the doorbell, the four of us (Jamie with her Halloween booty) tuned in to Dexter. About half way into the show Faina started shaking. This was not the first time she has had these tremors, so I was not as shocked as I was the first time. It began slowly, at which point, I sent Margo and Jamie off for the night. The tremors then built to a more violent rate, the thought of it registering on a local seismograph crossed my mind. Her teeth were chattering at a frightful rate. I wrapped the two of us in a blanket and held her close until she calmed down. Not wanting to push the limits of her digestive system, Faina took two pills, an Ambien and Prochlorperazine (anti-nausea). The later was to improve the chances of her not losing the oxycodone which she took 10 minutes later. She quickly fell asleep. After a day in a zombie like, sleep deprived stupor, I soon crashed, not even enough strength to check to see if the Giants were one step closer to their first San Francisco World Series victory.

The children are doing okay. Jamie has many friends among them a great confidant, Christine. Margo is managing as well, clearly appreciating the coincidence of having just graduated from university and now living at home.

It is Monday and it looks like a beautiful autumn day is in the offing. Maybe we can manage a walk to the corner or some time on the deck.