Morphine and Cigarettes

We finally moved into the Morphine stage. Predictions are dire. Days are spent curled up on twin mattress on her floor in between dishes, laundry, baths, wound dressing... Wound dressing. Her skin is literally breaking apart. She can't digest food. Everything hurts. She cut her toe. it won't stop bleeding. There is a blood blister the size of China on her arm from the last Heparin inection. Nurses come every other day. I am trying to plan something for Thanksgiving but today that feels a little optimistic. I am not crying. I am snapping and withdrawing from people. I am going into the bubble.