I want to grow up to be an old woman...

My best friend in life, Deb, and her sister leave this morning. There is a morphine filled syringe for me to administer before Jose comes for them and a wheel chair wating at the ferry.
Deb learned the day before she came that she needs another spinal surgery. The trip irritated her spinal stenosis enough that oxycotin couldn't dampen the pain.
Dr Salas visited twice yesterday. One he gave her a shot of methylprednisilone to take down the swelling. The second time, he gave her a different cortisone to boost the solumedrol and also morphine. He left a second morphine syringe for me to give her just before she leaves for the ferry, and a note to Contintal to upgrade her if possible. She cannot stand or walk well.
When they changes planes at Houston, Kate is to give Deb a pill that is the last thing and anesthesiolgist gives before putting you under. It's like Valium squared. It slightly boosts the pain relief or pain narcotics.
If there are any problems along the way, they are to call him and he will send an ambulance for transport, Yeah, yeah, I'm getting an old refrigerator box to put her in cargo! Not!
As things got grimmer and grimmer the last two days, Kate took to singing the Kasier Permanente jingle from California: "I want to grow up to be an old woman." Don't we all! Just without the pain, please!

Vacations end; others begin

The Polish Princesses and I have almost concluded our vacation. Bwah! We spent Sunday at Zama before the SuperBowl. Great night! Folks from Alberta arrived before it was over and quickly settled in.
And then, in the middle of the night, Deb was awakened by pain. In the morning, I called Dr Salas and he said he'd be over in an hour. Deb arrived knowing she needs a second spinal surgery. It looks like she'll have to have it sooner than later.
The discs above the ones that were treated are pinching nerves now. She is a brave woman. As soon as Dr Salas left, Kate and I went into town to fill prescriptions and shop souvenirs. Deb didn't move from her spot in bed and ate the chicken cazuela we brought back from La Lomita's. Now Deb and I nap and Sissy moves to the roof for some final rays. The week was just too short!