Dr. Parr didn't hear too much of interest when he listened to Erin's chest yesterday (not to imply that Erin has an uninteresting chest or anything), but precautionarily ordered a chest x-ray. We had that done, slick as a whistle, and made it home to fix Walter's birthday dinner. Erin made salmon quiche, with from-scratch pastry, and went on to bed around 9:00. At 9:45 we got a call from Dr. Parr, reporting fluid on Erin's right lower lung.
The good news, according to Dr. Parr, was that we didn't have to drive down to Houston right that minute. The other side of the coin was that we needed to be at Texas Children's by 9:00 a.m. today, so that Dr. Russell could give Erin a listen and try to get her in for a CT scan so we could see what was happening in three dimensions.
That's where we are.