Remember the baby? The one that I so cockily predicted would be fine in a few days? She was trying to die as I left today. Of course, I stayed late and watched the other patients untill things were settled. She is hovering around 88% O2 sat, and she is very very sick. There is no easy answer, here. There is no easy cure. This is RSV.
Knitting. Uhm, none? Maybe a little on the sleeve of the EPS before I fall alseep. Which I would like to do, soon.
THe picture? a sea anenome I met at Point Pilar.
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