It started yesterday, and ramped up today: Zoe's agitated misery. The theory that she might be suffering from morphine withdrawal developed, so they started her back up again on a small dose. Additionally, they gave her two boluses to get her to calm down and ease her high-pitched squealing that indicated pain and discomfort.
Poor baby!
While Jeff was with her today during my work hours, he swore that nothing but James Brown's music kept her calm. When I came back tonight it was playing loudly. He explained that whenever he turned it off her squealing started up, only to calm down when he turned JB on again.
Right now she's finally settled down back into her morphinated bliss. They will taper her even more slowly now, possibly using methadone to ease her back down.
James Brown?? Girl, who were you in a past life?
I don't know karate, but I know ca-razy!
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