The last five days have disappeared  into a vortex of phone calls, doctor visits and nursing my sick husband.  My to do list has become full of arrows saying "do tomorrow".  I am struggling with disturbed nights, concern for what is really wrong, and trying not to become over anxious and imagine worst case scenarios in the small hours of the night.  Keeping it all in perspective is difficult.  My prayers seem to become circular, and too much like a repetitive shopping list.  I am glad we have nurses coming in to change the IV antibiotics because it helps to get their take on how he is.  But when it is your own husband there is no shift end or off duty time.