So, since I have a swimmer in the house now, I hear an awful lot about Michael Phelps, and other Olympic swimmers – and I’ve already sounded off about the big controversy revolving around the kid and that picture that’s been floating round, too. Because ya know I have an opinion and all, right?
But anyway – in the light of that, and the fact that there’s a swim meet tomorrow for the Pup, the ‘at home’ meet, and everyone’s been all kinds of excited about it, I couldn’t resist.
You see, the pup is sick. She had an asthma attack in the pool, she’s coughing and generally feeling ok, but for the whole not being able to breathe well thing. When I told her she might have to miss the meet – she said “Unless I’m DEAD, I’m SWIMMING in that MEET, mom!”
Well then.
So I did what any mother of an ultra determined swimpup would do, and got her a doctor’s appointment yesterday, where the deciding factor on her getting in then or waiting till today was her above statement. They felt they had to reward that kind of dedication, ya know? And also? Not let her die. Heh. So we got to the appt, and discovered that her pulse ox was REALLY low, and they slapped her onto the nebulizer right away – after which her pulse ox jumped to a nice 97.
And I tried to resist – for about as long as it took me to pull out my Camera Phone. (that’d be like .203 seconds.) I mean, after all – it’s good to have a hero, right?
Stop looking at me like that! Not like you’d have been able to resist either… 
