Code 3 for shortness of breath.
A woman waves us down in front of a house. Her very adult son is sitting on the front steps.
“What’s the matter?”
He puts his hand up to his nose and forehead, “I can’t breath. My nose hurts.”
“How long have you been sick?”
“You know it’ll take a while to get over this, right?”
It’s barely November. It’s going to be a long, hard, patience-trying ‘flu season. For us.