Whee!

Long night last night. Mark's pain was BAD. It was pretty awful the night before, too, and he asked me to stay with him in case he needed help, which I did, but that meant I didn't get much sleep. But he didn't end up needing to go in to the ER. I guess last night's pain was worse, or maybe he was just too exhausted to deal with it effectively. I don't know. All I know is that he was in a great deal of pain and distress. It was late though, and Jason was at work so I had no one to stay with the kids. I called an ambulance about 11:00, hoping that the ER would keep him until morning. They didn't. I got a call about 3:30 to come pick him up. I didn't want to get all the kids up, especially since they have school today, but I can't leave Brendan once Kaitlyn is asleep because she just doesn't hear ANYTHING once she's out. So I brewed some coffee, dallied until I felt semi-awake, got Brendan up, wrapped him in his yellow fleece blanket, and set off. We were back by 5:00, and I got a couple more hours of sleep, thankfully, before I had to get the kids off to school, so it wasn't THAT bad of a night. And Mark had Dr. Rucker, who was willing to give him the meds he needed, so there's that too be thankful for, too.