My dad had cancer.
Having been given carefully-measured doses of oramorph by two nurses - one to check it's the correct dose, one to check it's the correct patient - from a very securely-locked drug cabinet all the time he was in hospital, they slipped him a couple of 500ml bottles in his rucksack when they were sending him home.

Subsequently he was told by one of the nurses that visited him at home "Oh, that's nothing like enough, we'll sort you out with something" and given a 100ml syringe of diamorphine to keep in the fridge.

That's a lot of smack, there. A *lot*.

Amazing how horrified Christian friends of mine often are on hearing about this.

He didn't need it, incidentally. Well, he didn't have time to need it, really.
(gordonjcp, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 10:48, Reply)