The Only Thing Constant is Change

I didn’t post the last two days. Friday’s reason was fatigue. Thursday evening was humdrum. My Thursday post was almost boring. About two hours after I submitted it is when the feces hit the fan. That’s all I have to say about that. If you’d like a personal update, email me.

Yesterday was better. Angelique’s pain has leveled at about a five, on the 0-10 pain scale. I can’t remember her being below five. We got a visit from brother Fred and wife, Becky. Then in the evening, sister Carmen stopped by. We shared a few laughs, a few scotches and some beef stew. It was a long-overdue visit from her.

I almost sat down and wrote a post, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to say it was all good, just to have to reverse course when we hit another wall.

Well, that was then; this is now. It’s 8:15 Sunday morning. Angelique awoke earlier with really bad pain. Of course, she waited a couple of hours before waking me. I just heard back from our trusty hospice nurse. She’s coming out to bump up the dose. When she last bumped it up on Friday, I sort of expected us to have to call on her today. It seems to be only a couple of days of success in this battle with the pain. I know Angelique is weary, and tired, and sleepy, and fatigued, and sick of this endless cycle. This bottomless pit. This passion play.

Thanks for caring. Stay tuned.