Been a rough 24 hours (or more). Dear Wife decided yesterday morning that she didn't want to go to the Emergency Room nor to call the doctor to try to get in. And our insurance doesn't cover, at all, visits to an "urgent care" clinic, so those were our options. Other than tough it out and hope the problem goes away. Well, it didn't. So late last evening, we got dressed again, and off to the Emergency Room in the town due west of here, a 30-mile round trip. (The closest one is not "in-network" so that was out). She was thinking it was a gallstone attack, or perhaps even the beginnings of a heart attack. NOT what you want to be making light of. So, an EKG. Heart looking OK. An hour or two later, some sort of sonogram. Two hours later, the attending physician told us there's no sign of gallstones, no evidence of ruptures or the like. Might be a severe case of gastritis made worse by the underlying autoimmune conditions. So, despite being in agonizing pain, they discharged her.
Part of me understands the reluctance on dispensing pain meds. On a gurney ten feet away was a guy brought in with a heroin overdose case. He lived. His friend did not. I overheard some of the conversations among the staff. It's a war zone, all too often, and it is affecting them as well. Wife and I have both seen, at all too close a range, the effects of addictions on people we once loved. It's not a pretty sight, believe me.
She had a previously scheduled appointment this morning to be set up with one of those CPAP machines to deal with her horrid sleep apnea. So we came home, slept (or laid down) for about three hours, then got back up, and headed out. The place we had to go is only a few blocks from the hospital last night. Went through the routine, got the machine and mask and instructions for use, then home. I got her something to eat (I hadn't eaten since about 5:30 p.m. yesterday) and went to the Big Box store to get some over-the-counter pain meds, and some bland food. And a gallon of distilled water for the CPAP device: filtered water isn't good enough. So I came home, found her asleep which is precisely what she needs, heated up some leftovers, and sat down to do this. I could use a nap myself, but as we were told, "there's no rest for the wicked, and the righteous don't need any". My dad thought that was funny, sometimes it loses the entertainment value.
A very good link here: The title of the piece is 5 Christian Clichés that Need to Die
It's published on the site of the Gospel Coalition, and I think it's worth reading.
Our reading in the Old Testament is chapters 21 and 22 of Joshua.
The reading for the day from the New Testament is verses 1-26 of chapter 6 in the Gospel of Luke.
As you read, as I hope you will, from the article I linked above, keep the verses in the latter part of this passage in mind.