Another Day

We were in the ER again yesterday. Mark apparently had some kind of reaction to what seemed like such a miracle cocktail last night. He started feeling unwell in the middle of the night and by late morning he was practically crawling out of his skin. We called his doctor's office, and they said (of course), "Go to the ER." After I took him home four hours later, he fell asleep in his desk chair. Every time I looked in on him, he would be sitting there, curled up in various positions in his chair. He said it was more comfortable than the bed. He woke up about the time I decided to retire to the couch. I know he was still (again?) in his chair when Brendan wet the bed at 2 a.m., but by 5:30, when I got up for good, he was at last in bed. This morning ... he seems fine. And so it goes.