If you’re suffering from a life-threatening condition, emergency room triage is no joke.
They didn’t stop to ask me the name of my doctor when I was in a coma. (Drug interaction.)
Or when my elbow was sticking through my skin. (Bad fall.)
But once I was mobile and ready to function on my on cognizance, out I went.
We’re back from Chicago, after getting home at 2:30 in the morning.
Emily is a cute as can be. Right now she looks like a little twig. All brown and a little over two pounds.