Pug’s Place

Nope, nothing like it. Got a note from Katie in Berlin today (she gets home on the 30th) that amounted to ‘life is good, German keyboards are weird!’ so let’s be happy.

There’s nothing quite like, on the last night at home this trip, filling a syringe of morphine elixir and administering it to your grandma. Getting old and frail but refusing to die must be very depressing.

No, I wasn’t overdosing her. But I never realized that doctors could perscribe morphine for home use. Nontrivial amounts, too. Nothing like using the drug whose addictive-ness is the standard unit of measure as a home-administered sleeping medication. Heh…