Hi, I'm Bob. Will you knock me out, please?

For the past couple of nights, Dad's been back to his insomnia. Joe and I have been levelled with the worst cold/flu/plague imaginable, so getting up every couple of hours to get Dad to the bathroom, turn on the tv, get him a drink, etc. is slowly (slowly?!) using up everyone's reserves, not the least the poor man recovering from a brain injury! Every time I get up, I think of the above line from the movie What About Bob. Not because I want to pop him, but just because I wish something, anything (since his medication isn't cutting it) could truly "knock him out" so he could get some sleep!

Of course the reason he's not sleeping is that he's SO anxious about Mom. First of all, here he is back home after three months and his wife isn't sleeping beside him (when Dad was in the hospital, poor Mom had the opposite problem!). Secondly, after meeting yesterday with Mom and her care team, it looks as though it might be some time before they can be together again. Please pray that somehow this would not drag Dad down so much.

Dad is also distressed because things are tough for him physically. He's achy, everything's a challenge, and his left hand in particular has been extremely painful. In his words, he feels like he's "falling apart." Pray that his body would heal quickly and he would find some good strategies for pain and stress management.

And please continue to pray that things would smooth out here at home. I would love to get us into a routine, but what with my stupid root canal (which went as well as could be expected, but now I need to finish it off with a crown, so yay, more pain!), the current cold/flu/plague, the fact that I'm in the wedding of my dear, dear friends tomorrow (congratulations guys!) and any number of other niggling "normal" things to do...well, routine, schmoutine. (Maybe, I'M the one who needs to be knocked out. Please! :) )