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[johnny9fingers]

Dad moved onto orally administered morphine sulphate last night. Unlike me, he didn't have a wild youth, and so has been pretty unprepared for the effects. Lots of confusion, poor thing. His birthday's still the target, and some truly dedicated nurses from St Christopher's Hospice are helping out. This is a good thing as I am going down with flu. (Well, someone's got to do the shopping and be the interface with the outside world, and therefore exposed to all and sundry. We have tried to avoid letting anyone through the door who might be remotely contagious.)
Mike & Alexis come down on Fri night.
Nurse recommends I take paracetamol. Will oblige if only to keep peace.