2 AM

What is it about 2AM? A few nights ago, the battery died in Steve’s pain pump at 2AM. Thankfully, Charlie was here. I woke him and he went to Rockwall and got the battery we needed.

Last night, Steve woke me up at 2AM because the pain had become unbearable. Turns out, the medication in the pain pump was gone, even though the digital read-out said there was still plenty of medication. Thankfully, at 9:30 last night, a delivery person from Home Care had dropped off a new cartridge for the nurse to change out later this week. And, thankfully, it was not difficult to change the cartridge. Within an hour and a half of changing it, Steve was able to sleep.

It scared me to see how much pain he is in without the medication. This is all happening so fast.

Psalm 91:1-2, 5a "He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in Whom I trust.' .... You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness."