Bloody morphine paranoia. Spent two hours explaining repeatedly to the Inlaw Paw this afternoon that he was receiving treatment**, he was being monitored continuously, and the docs & nurses were keeping an eye on him and that yes, the doc had explained everything to him. He would respond "yes, but I've no proof" and we'd show him his daily charts, he'd say "well I'll take your word for it" and clam down. Then his memory would evaporate and he'd start over. We're knackered. And tomorrow afternoon we go back.
**congestive heart failure. Looks bad.