It might not surprise you to know that Emily has been sick.
She's been sick for about one hundred years now, but just recently things got worse.
When she had her last heart surgery her cardiologist told us that even if she got sick, Emily shouldn't need oxygen.
Normal blood oxygen levels are between 90 and 100.
Emily's went down as low 77 the other night, and when they stayed at 77 we bundled her up and took her to the ER.
It was 1:30 in the morning and about 7 degrees outside.
We were there for a few hours while they did a chest x-ray and gave her oxygen and then they sent us home.
Early the next morning we got a call from the cardiologist's office.
"Looks like we need to see Emily," was the first thing the secretary said.
(The ER had sent them a report.)
For months now we've been treating for both bronchitis and asthma - over and over and over again.
And all along the way I've asked if it could be related to Em's heart but mostly I've been told no.
The cardiologist thinks otherwise and we will see him Monday afternoon.
A part of me really hopes there is something going on with Emily's heart, if only because it would give us an answer finally - and maybe a direction to go to finally get her feeling better.
It's needless to say that Jason and Emily and I are all exhausted.
Last night was the first night in weeks that Emily slept mostly through the night.
Bless that girl - she can't get sick without her tummy getting the worst of things, and she throws up pretty regularly - all over us and our bed.
The night of the delightful ER visit Em threw up and instead of changing the sheets I just scrubbed them and then put a towel down so that I could have something dry to sleep on.
"You don't want to change the sheets?" Jason asked. I just smiled and said "What's the point - I think we'll be going to the ER within the hour."
So - there you go.
Life. Gosh it's fun!