My sister tries to stay with me for a day a week and I truly love her for it. Saturday I ask her if she could stay another day. I was in so much pain and constipated. She and my neighbour talk me into calling my care team.

I called them the next weekday and everything went into high speed. I’ve been subscribed Dexamethasone in a small dose to try and get my appetite back to what it should be. Apparently a yogurt a day isn’t enough.

I’m getting a hospital bed because I’m struggling to get in and out of mine. Too many pains that I’m struggling against.

I’m on a prescription for constipation and (lucky me) a suppository that worked the night I had it.

My sister thankfully, stayed way too long but I couldn’t have done any of this without her and my neighbour. It still feels like I’ve given up my power, but I’ve given it to the people I trust with it the most.

A couple of days ago my methadone was increased to .30mg. I felt nauseous that day. The next I felt a little better. My step niece who also cleans my house, brought me a coffee. I drank about half of it and threw up. The nausea went away but I still felt crappy. Having someone watch you throw up doesn’t help but I’m glad she was there to help me.

Today I feel better but have had to stay away from sweet things like the mints I eat because my mouth is always so dry and coke I continually drink. I’ve been drinking water. Usually I don’t like it, but I seem to now.

The increase is helping a bit more but my neck still hurts. We’re getting there slowly. I have brain fog which really sucks. It’s hard to have a conversation with someone when you can’t complete sentences because some words just don’t come out my mouth even though I can see them in my head.