A Very Special Episode

As you may have read in my last post, I was feeling a little sick last week. Well, all that icky stuff in my nose wouldn't go away and it was really frustrating for me, since nobody has taught me how to blow my nose yet.

Anyway, Thursday at daycare they told me that I was too hot and had to go home. So they called daddy, and he came and picked me up. He then took me back to that hotel I stayed at when I first got to Iowa City. I figured it would be a good place to get some rest - but then I figured out that it wasn't actually a hotel, but a place called a hospital. And those aren't as fun as they sound.

For the first few hours, I had a million people poking and prodding me from every angle, and it sucked royally. Daddy kept telling me not to be scared, but he honestly wasn't that convincing. Finally, they said I had something called RSV and gave me my own room with a crib that isn't near as nice as mine. That was three days ago. Since then I've just been hanging out with mommy and daddy in the room. Every now and then somebody comes in and bugs me.


But what really gets me is the outfits I have to wear. First off, they are not near as cute as the stuff I have at home. Second, the accessories that come with them are terribly annoying. There is this tube thing that is strapped around my face with prongs up my nose, these little pasties with strings on 'em stuck to my chest and belly, but worst of all there is a thing that they actually STUCK INTO MY HEAD and taped down. Seriously... in my head. They said it is because my arms were too chubby. Nothing like some stranger telling you that you are fat, then sticking a sharp thing in your scalp.

It's like adding insult to a big needle in your head.