Valentine's Day

Is overrated.  And exciting this year.  The school called mid morning to say that Isaac was having a lot of trouble breathing.  They tried me a few times, then Craig a few times, considered calling an ambulance, then got ahold of us.  I took one look at Isaac when I got there and drove him straight to the emergency room.  He couldn't even finish a sentence without gasping for breath.  After a chest x-ray, his pain slowly began to resolve.  His pulse/ox was excellent at 99 percent.  It's never 99 percent.  He also had no wheezing, so it was pretty weird.  Some of the possible disagnoses were pneumothorax or positional lung problems.  Finally, Isaac was dignosed with something called a "precodial catch".  The doctor explained that it comes on suddenly and feels like a crushing pain, almost like a heart attack.  It hurts when breathing in.  And it resolves on its own.  All of these things happened.  I think a precordial catch is when part of your lung gets pinched.  Anyway, it made for an exciting Valentine's Day.  The only exciting thing that even happened really except for a few scattered cards on the doorstep for some of the kids.  Craig got me some dark chocolates and a card.