I couldn't sleep last night. Went walking about 3:00 a.m. and wondered if David was up and would call out in his cheery Brit voice, "And, how are you dear?" In his darkened room, David was sitting on the side of his bed, David asked just that. "And, how are you dear?" "I can't sleep," I admitted. "Chemo is no walk in the park," he replied. "How 'bout you?" I asked. David cursed his headache. "Did you call the nurse?" "She hasn't come," he replied.
From my perspective, it is possible that David was hurting so much that he may not have known if he had called for help or not.
I walked to the front desk and made my report for David. Then, I was able to sleep.