My daughter had an allergy-induced asthma attack in London — on Easter Sunday. .
The only option was the one I had hoped to avoid: the emergency room.
My daughter and I took a taxi to the emergency room, known in London as "accident and emergency," or A&E.Even though they didn't hear wheezing, they believed me and my daughter and agreed she needed an inhaler.
For the rest of the trip, my daughter used the inhaler as directed, avoided the dog as much as possible, and enjoyed the trip of a lifetime