Hey, it has been a while I know but, you know, things. You might have heard that I am having some issues at the moment and spending a little time in hospital. Daddy has kept people somewhat informed and has told that I was having seizures. Yes it is true. Before I enjoyed reading books, playing with dinosaurs and singing songs. Now, this is all I do:
No, I am okay and being here in the hospital is not a lot of fun as so many of the little babies are so, so ill. It is really sad and some aren't going to make it. I don't know what that means yet but, making it seems like the way to go so, not making it must be the wrong way. I wish they could all make it.
It is also hard here because at night I am alone, yes, the nurses look after me well (I think it is because I pay them in songs) but, it is still lonely. Every morning when mummy and daddy walk in, I am so happy... And then a little grumpy because I remember they left the night before.
They have taken so many blood tests that daddy says my arms look like that of a heroin addict. They are a bit sore and red now but, they had to take the tests to see if they could find out what is going on. They couldn't
Tomorrow is a big day it seems, I am having an MRI on my head which means I am going to be put under so I don't dance in the machine or something like that. I don't know much about it but it is necessary to see. Daddy is unsure whether it is better to find something, or not. Both paths have their downsides.
What is great here though is even though I can't really go outside, there is a play area with some toys and a slide I have learned to use. It is a bit big and fast but, mummy helps me climb and daddy helps me slide down. But the best bit is....
I learned to play FOOSBALL!!!
I am pretty awesome at it too and I score goals on both ends of the table. Every time the little wooden ball rolls in there I scream... GOOOOAAAAL! Daddy sucks at it and mummy keeps beating him.
Okay, time for some dinner and preparing for tomorrow. Wish me luck.