Mark is in the hospital again. He was doing great. He hasn't had to sleep quite as much or had as much pain since he started on this new medication, and I was really starting to let myself hope that it wasn't just a random "breather," that this medication was really going to make a significant difference. I'm sure anyone who has been reading this blog for long knows that we get those. We'll have a rash of ER visits and then three or four days of relative calm. Once or twice lately we've even gone as long as a week without seeing the inside of the hospital. But today was day five, and he crumped. He had been out with Jason, picking up plywood at Lowe's. He came home, saying that he had a horrendous headache and a few minutes later, he collapsed. It wasn't neurological though. Jason came over as quickly as he could. The medics were already here by then, but J. said that he could tell by the way Mark was talking, etc., that it was probably his heart rather than anything stroke-like.
I'm home right now. I would have left the kids with Jason and gone in. He volunteered to watch them, but Brendan is getting worse rather than better. He can't even keep down sips of water and has been throwing up bile. I just couldn't leave my baby like that. When you're sick, no one will quite do the trick but Mama.
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