Where's the Silver Lining?

Where's a hole?

Thursday, Robert will have an ultrasound of his gall bladder. Then the medical techs will run some dye into his body and take some more tests. Needless to say, he won't be moved to the skilled nursing unit yet.

I want to find a hole, crawl in, and then pull the dirt in after me. Too much stress and too little rest have made me ready to throw in the towel (I feel like clichés tonight).

I've heard all my life that God doesn't put us under more than we can bear. I don't want to know how much I can endure, and neither does Robert. I'm not curious at all, and Robert isn't either.