La v-dub is OK. They nebulized her and did a chest X-ray, which showed nothing interesting, and sent her home. They figure she's got a cold. She has a prescription for cough syrup.
This isn't our record for fastest ER visit, but it's really close -- it was way unbusy tonight. I only got through a Dan Radcliffe profile in Time (his best friend is 39, which is depressing because "he'll probably die first"), the letters and Talk of the Town of the New Yorker (being a New Orleans car salesman transplanted to Montana sucks rocks), and two Sudoku puzzles before they called me in to see her, and only one more Sudoku before we left. Which is a relief. She'll check in tomorrow, but I'm sending her off to bed.