Anyone who questions why sitting around all day could possibly tire one out has never sat around all day with a loved one in the hospital. But I suspect that pretty much everyone reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about...and if you don't, you will, someday. It's like, inevitable.
Emergency rooms and hospitals fascinate me. So many competent, highly trained people. So much technology. We live in an age of magic, if magic can be defined as being indistinguishable from sufficiently advanced technology. But the tech is worthless in a healthcare setting if it's not accompanied by caring people with skills.
We saw the best of both throughout the day, as well as the failings of both. Systems don't always talk to each other, resulting in meals that don't get ordered until hours later than requested. Overworked staff don't have perfect memories, resulting in alarms that don't get set properly. But, still, perseverance and compassion win out, and at the end of the day, peaceful rest comes to those who need it.
And friends...oh, so many friends. We share a special bond built around a common hope and an uncommon Savior. "I'm praying for you..." is not an idle phrase, nor a powerless one. It's everything.
Thank you, dear ones. You know who you are, and God is listening.