Geez! My son had another anaphylactic reaction! This time he wasn't close to a hospital. He had to use his EpiPen.

I don't know what caused it this time, but he's been traveling in Asia.

Also my wife and I argued about my mental health. She accuses me of using my depression as an excuse for "not doing anything". I do allot despite being in the longest depression of my life. I work. Support the family. Pay the bills. I admit I do little around the house. That's because I just don't care and her standards for what it means to do something are redicously high, something no one but her can meet. She makes me feel so bad about what I don't do and she completely overlooks the fact that I'm still functional.

She asked me one day what would happen if I stopped my meds. I said I would fall into a deep depression and probably couldn't get out of bed for weeks. I said I take the meds so that I can provide for the family but she seemed unsympathetic.

Such is life.