Marshall felt fairly good when he got up this morning, so I was able to go back to town and finish the things I couldn't get done yesterday.
But after I got home I was in my office and I heard a crash and then I heard Marshall yelling for me. I ran to the bedroom and he was face down on the floor. He was able to get up on his own with me just monitoring the situation. He says he has no idea what made him fall.
I guess if there's anything good about falling, it's that he didn't break anything. He is up and about now and is not experiencing any pain at all (and hasn't had an oxycodone all day). Go figure.
And we got through that whole ordeal without me having an A-fib episode.