Just past midnight on December 28, we wound up in the ER with Maxwell having an acute asthma attack. He wasn't scared about not being able to catch his breath (!!!) but he was upset about not being well enough to shoot the following day. As Maxwell's director, I suppose I should have been pleased his his priorities, but as his *mom* I tired to impress upon him that him being *alive* was more important to me. He finally admitted that breathing was vital to being able to act.
Turns out, according to the ER staff at St. Anthony's Hospital, that they'd seen quite a few individuals that night for asthma related conditions so something must have been going on (the rain after weeks of dry, cold winter?) and by 5a.m. we were on our way home equipped with new medications and an appointment with his primary care doctor for the following day. Maxwell had indeed been in need of oxygen and several breathing treatments, so I was glad we took him in, but he was also exhausted by the end of it all.
The 28th was spent scrubbing the heck out of every set (indoor and out) to make absolutely sure there wasn't a speck of dust, mold, mildew -- even though the doctor didn't pull that out. I guess that might have been the mom in me. We didn't miss any shooting, after all, because the rain did continue. Our final 40 shots await us! We may actually begin editing before all the shots are in.
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