I’ve always known that Edda was able to sleep on command to avoid things she was not looking forward to, but I did not know that Edda could conjure up a cold on command.
Jeremy and my dad woke up early and went into the city to Children’s Hospital for Edda’s dental surgery. She was perfectly healthy when she woke up, but during the hours of 8-10 am while checking in, Edda ran a low-grade fever and had some congestion in her lungs. The anesthesiologist decided that since this was an elective surgery that it was better to cancel rather than go ahead with the procedure.
Of course, as soon as Edda came home, she was super happy and cool as a cucumber. Argh! Tricky girl!