Apparently Murphy lives on. A week after I declared John to be in "remission", the monster returned. In fact I had forgotten how bad it was. Worse now, because he's taller than I am, and almost as strong. It built up on Saturday, reached a climax on Sunday, and slowly backed off on Monday. At its apex I had to physically keep John away from my wife and daughter, or someone would be going to the hospital, or to jail, or both. Enough said.
If you plot insanity verses time, it's a typical bell curve, and that usually means a food reaction. So I'm back reading labels again; something I haven't done in a while. Indeed, there is something John started eating on Friday, something he has never eaten before in his entire life. We inadvertently purchased <ultra-pasturized milk>. Was this the culprit? I don't know, but I'm not going to give him any more any time soon.
this experience is unsettling, to say the least. We thought we were done with this. We thought the majority of the nightmare was over. If it returns, then John will have to go somewhere, I don't know where. He's just too big and too strong. Let's hope it was an anomaly.