they're pretty good waiters

Today we had to go back to the doctor for Andrew's asthma. Last night he started up with his shallow, quick breathing and just like last time, his inhaler didn't help much. I was glad to be able to get an appointment with his doctor first thing this morning to get him fixed up. And because this seems to be a reoccurring thing, we also came up with an action plan this time. It's nice to have a plan to hopefully keep the attack from coming, or at the very least, hopefully not have to go back to the doctor every time this happens.

The plan includes evaluating how bad things are. And of course it has to have a 'red zone' at which point I would call 911. There's no saying we'll ever hit this point, but the fact that it even has to be discussed just sucks!

Taking two boys to the doctor is a bit of a bummer, mainly because of all the waiting... We waited to be called back, we waited for the doctor, we waited for our number to be called at the pharmacy, then waited (and waited, and waited) for our prescriptions to be filled. We were there for 2 hours this morning, but fortunately (or unfortunately...?) I've spent enough time at the docs to know how to pack for survival. And when all else fails, the camera becomes a toy. :)