Trip to the ER

Last night we we enjoying some wonderful low-fat spaghetti that our neighbor Vito brought over, when Merrie got a phone call. It was our doctor’s office calling to answer a question. Merrie happened to mention that she had been a bit short of breath during the day. The nurse said she needed to go to the emergency room.

The instruction was understandable, but about the last thing either of us wanted was a trip back to the hospital. But back we went.

We were relieved that the initial screening showed no problems, but Merrie wound up spending five hours there, mostly waiting for test results. Those of you who’ve been to the ER know that, unless you have arterial bleeding, are having a heart attack or are in the very late stages of labor, the real name of the ER is WR--waiting room. There was a "Saturday Night Live" sketch about that years ago.

The good news is that all the tests showed that Merrie’s condition was continuing to improve. I brought her home and we had a very late dinner and watched "Mrs. Miniver" on TCM.