Mira, who always tanks fast when she goes, had a rough night last night, and today we decided that we'd have Matt take her down to the ER and likely to have her admitted at Gillette. We have the routine down to quite a science, with a bag always packed with supplies that fit her to save time on their end, and we give a call to Gillette so they know we're coming and they will sometimes give a heads up to the Emergency Department as well, as they don't always quite know what to do with Mira!
Matt's email updates to me included the exciting news that they, "Got a code red this time!"
What for? Respiratory distress - even on 3 liters of oxygen, she was only satting at 90. So, why the upbeat delivery of that message? Well, your wait time goes way down when you get a code red, AND they bring the mobile x-ray machine right to you instead of having to go down to the x-ray department.
Ahhh. The perks.
They've started an antibiotic, and Matt and the ER doc were chatting about Bulgaria, since he spent a week there about 15 years ago. That's when you know the ER routine is truly "routine"!
Mira's been SO good for nearly three months. Not just limping along, but really quite robust, with all systems working as well as they do for her, so although it's never great for her to be in the hospital, I'm looking at this stay with a sort of triumphant feeling - she was rock solid for nearly three months! We can take a little hospital stay.
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