I’ve been having some severe side effects from my glorious liquid Morphine.

Good morning, good morning, good morning. I’ve made considerable progress since last night, drug-wise. For instance, I understand how come Wal-Mart is charging $565 for my Lantus insulin refill … and Sam and I are actually okay with it. After talking to a very nice rep from my health insurance provider I found out that I reached Medicare’s annual “donut hole” level ($3,700) for prescription coverage earlier this month, which means I have to pay full price for my drugs until I reach $5,000, at which time my co-pay drops to only $8.50 … and trust me, that’s practically free. So we’ll stick with the plan as-is and suffer with $565 for a three-month Lantus insulin refill. (Shit.)

Tuesday’s Morphine Mania … and other essential baloney.

It’s early Tuesday afternoon because I slept really late today — 11:30 a.m. — and I’m finally getting around to all the crap I usually do when I first wake up, like taking all my morning meds and eating a banana for tbe potassium. (That was a screwy opening sentence, wasn’t it?)

Assorted hoo-hahs for Monday … and I finally got my extra extended release Morphine!

Happy Monday afternoon, people. I just finished a late lunch, I’m sipping a nice tall glass of Sparkling Ice Pomegranate Blueberry soda, Sam is asleep on the sofa and I’m watching Fast and Loose (1939) starring Robert Montgomery and Rosalind Russell. This is actually another rip-off of The Thin Man ... a husband-and-wife team of rare book dealers who occasionally solve crimes and get into jams with mobsters and/or the cops. It’s fun and fluffy but not especially compelling because nobody compares to Nick and Nora Charles.

Any theories about what happened to Melania Trump?

Happy Saturday morning, boys and girls. I had my first real test last night with hospice protocol when we began monitoring a wild “temperature swing” that started around 5 p.m. For absolutely no reason whatsoever my body temperature dropped from 97.2° (normal for me) to 95° about an hour later, and then jumped up four degrees to 99° by 9 p.m. I was feeling extremely lousy! But while the temperature hoo-hah definitely wasn’t a good sign — all of our calls to 911 begin with that symptom! — there were four pluses to consider as well: 1) I did NOT have the chills; 2) I was still fully conscious and talking to Sam; 3) I wasn’t pishing all over myself; and 4) there were no worries in case I couldn’t breathe because I already had oxygen here.

If you’d like to remember the Alamo, please be quick about it. Thank you.

I’m not having a pleasant evening tonight. I guess you could say I’m feeling generally BLECCHY, and Sam is monitoring my temperature for changes and abnormalities. Earlier today it was a “normal” 97.2°, by the time I ate dinner it had dropped to 96.5°, and right now, at 9 p.m., it’s 95°. That’s awfully LOW! Fortunately, though, I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything tonight … I can just lie here on the chaise lounge and let Sam fuss over me! I’m watching a World War II movie by John Ford called December 7th (1943) starring Walter Huston, Dana Andrews and Harry Davenport. It’s a semi-documentary and not especially riveting so far, but it’s only “background noise” while I work on this Howdygram post so I’m willing to overlook that.

Know what? I’ve been in “creative withdrawal” mode for an awfully long time.

Good evening, boys and girls. It’s 8:30 Thursday night, we’re watching The Saint in London (1939) starring George Sanders, and I’m enjoying a two-scoop dose of pain medication … 15mg of extended release Morphine and 10mg of Hydrocodone.

My vitals were peachy-keen today!

Yo, everybody. It’s “day two” of Marcy’s Morphine Mania … but this time I’m taking my 15mg tablet of extended release Morphine with a 10mg Hydrocodone tablet. This should provide maximum opioid pain relief. I’ll keep you posted as I write, okay?

Morphine. Part two.

Howdy. This is my second post of the day.

Morphine.

It’s another sticky-hot late spring morning here in North Texas. For the next 10 days our high temperature will fluctuate between 97° and 101° with zero chance of rain. Jesus ... in weather like this I’m actually glad to be housebound!