Pancreatitis Patient: *questionable dry heaving* I. Need. Pain. Medicine.
Me: I'll get you some Zofran for your nausea, but since your pain meds are pills, I can't give you anything until you stop feeling so nauseous.
15 minutes later.
PP: I'm not nauseous anymore. I want pain medicine.
Me: Okay. How bad is your pain on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst pain you can imagine?
PP: 10.
Me: Okay, I'll be back.
"But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn." Job 14:22
