What was I thinking? Wishing that I would have more activity today. Mommy took me again to Grandma CC’s in the morning, but then she came home early from work to get me from my office. I was having a good time at the office…Granny Gayle was there, and so were all my other friends (Ashley, Kim, Grandma CC, Breena, Vickie, and someone new named Mike) I was so excited to see Mommy even if I wasn’t too sure why she was home so early…but then I found out. I had to go see my doctor, Dr. Amy. That didn’t bother me too much…until I found out that I was going to be stabbed again. Not once, not twice, but THREE times! Ouch Ouch Ouch and Ouch some more. I don’t like these shots at all.
Mommy and Daddy were with me, and Mommy gave my Tylenol before hand to help me with the pain, and then I went home with Mommy. She rocked me and held me and fed me and put little tiny ice packs on my legs and gave me more Tylenol and then held me some more and fed me and rocked me…and I think you get the picture now. Daddy had to go to PT and then out to do something (I don’t remember what…actually I didn’t care I was in pain and I had my Mommy with me)
A very cranky tired angry achy little boy
Alex