Moprhine (or, more specifically, Dilaudid). It's a major player. I want to tell you where I am right now, but it's a challenge because the keys move around, I have a finger probe on my left hand and I can't remember the day. Also I talk to people who aren't in the room. And I sleep a lot.
But this is happening. The pain meds help much of the time, and when combined they can often keep the dragon at a simmer. Someone writes the day and date on the wall and I am not visually hallucinating except for disturbing dreams. But the surrealist misery bus moves forward, all this is "normal" for what it's worth. Should be improving markedly by the of this week.
And now, back to staring at the wall.