One short

Our big family reunion on Matt's Dad's side of the family is coming up this weekend. Mira, however, "decided" that she'd rather stay with her friends at Gillette than come with us. She's not terribly sick, but enough to be hospitalized.

As a point of reference for how quickly she can go downhill, she had been in to Gillette's Quick-Care clinic that morning to check on something else (her stomach contents have been just kind of off when we check through her g-tube three times a day), and she'd been just not settled and comfortable - seemingly her G-I tract is still recovering from her last round of antibiotics. But her O2 sats were great, and her lungs sounded fine. That was a 10 am visit. By supper time we knew we were heading for the ER, and, sure enough, they admitted her. She's "just" in her normal neuro-sciences ward, not the PICU this time, but that's where most of her people are, anyway.

So that means that the rest of us will be packing up for a weekend away, without our Tsvetomira.

***Post Script***

Before we left, I got to run down for the morning to visit with her, and Gloria and Evania wanted to join me.