Matt's Blog

I've been playing a bit of poker tonight, and have been doing ok. But I've had to break twice in the last hour or so in order to give my son breathing treatments for his coughing fits. He has seasonal asthma, and every spring and fall he occasionally has these horrendous coughing jags as he is unable to get enough air. Last year about this time we had to take him to the emergency room. He spent a couple nights at the hospital. If this last breathing treatment doesn't take, we may be headed back tonight.

As I sit there holding the mouthpiece near his face so he will breath in the medicine, I pray a bit. But how many ways can you say, thanks for this awsome kid, make him better please? And of course I look at my tiny little man, who sometimes seems just as small now as he did when we first laid eyes on him. And as he continues to cough, and I think about the emergency room, I have morbid thoughts about what my wife and daugher and I would do without him. I'm afraid sometimes, that something like that would about do me in. Puts the blogging, poker, home brew, and a thousand other little ways I busy myself into perspective a bit.

Thank God. He seems to have taken a break from his coughing. Believe I'll go peek in on him. And then maybe stop by the fridge for a homebrew, and play a little more poker.

Peace