Rearranging

Mark is home. I am so very tired tonight, and this is the third from the last thing I need to do before turning in for the night (the others being taking the dog out and setting up the coffee pot), so I'll keep this brief, but I wanted to pop in here and let you know that he is home. The doctors are pleased that there wasn't any brain damage. A little slight disorientation, clumsiness, etc., yesterday, but today he is doing pretty well.

Jason spent most of the day rearranging our furniture, etc., and Dad left work early to come over and help. We had a hospital bed delivered and set up in the living room, with Mark's oxygen machine at one end and his bi-pap machine at the other. The Senior Herrings also donated a recliner, which is right beside the bed. Mark is ... not thrilled. Oh, the recliner is great! It's the rest of it that he's not so happy about. I can't imagine that I would be all that thrilled in his shoes either. But ... he's alive. That's definitely something to be grateful for! Although I need to go wake him up and make him put the bi-pap mask ON. It won't do him a whole lot of good lying on the pillow by his head ...