Well, after a typical wait, the doctor took one look at her and said, "You're going to the hospital." She'd been light-headed, apparently lost consciousness a couple of times and was overall not breathing at all well.
The Health East bariatric ambulance was deployed too far away to transport her so they called regular 911. Ericka says that the bozos they sent were the first EMT-type folks she's ever had anything other than a pleasant experience with. She got transported safely, though with a few bumps and scrapes she shouldn't have.
The good news is that she does not appear to have injured or re-injured anything in her adventures today. So nothing muscle or joint related is going to slow her recovery. Also, since she's in the hospital, any specialists her doctor would like her to see will come to her rather than us having to figure out transportation yet again.
So Ericka is stuck in the hospital for a few days (at least until Monday, maybe longer). She wanted me to pass along that she would very much like visitors and/or calls. She is at St. John's Hospital in Maplewood in room 417 (if I remember the number correctly). I can get more definite information tomorrow when I head back to see her. For now, I think I'm going to catch a few Zs.