143.) Tomorrow morning someone will shake Lancelot awake at five in the morning, jab a needle in his hand or arm and draw his blood to test the levels of Depakote in his system.
There is no sleeping in when you live in the hospital. Someone insists that you wake, you wipe yourself wearily with hot wet napkins drizzled in industrial soap, then you are rubbed dry with larger dry napkins.

There is no more wandering in the woods.