Belly pain, anyone?

I think my patient hates me. The way his teeth are perpetually gritted. I feel like he is purposely trying to pit my attending against me. The way he asks for morphine while telling me he's never in pain. The way he does not put down his inane word-searches when we enter his room. I think I should be allowed to hate him. Or slip some Prozac in his Ensure. I know he is allowed to feel sorry for himself. But I wish it wouldn't keep me from honoring.