Feeling like this is not any fun. I want it to stop. I spent most of today telling Mommy how much I don't like it. I didn't yell or anything, but I did complain to her. I even gave her lots of good sad faces and she didn't make it stop. All I want is to feel better. Is that so much to ask?
Grandpa John came to see me this morning. He is always comfortable to cuddle with, so I was glad to get some of that. Mr. Patrick and Auntie Rachel came to see me today, too. Auntie Rachel always brings me presents, and she brought me a panda bear for my bed here.
I heard that they might let me go home tomorrow. I'm ready to go home, but I still don't feel very good, so I don't know what I think about that. Mommy says they're pretty smart here, so I guess we'll wait to see what they say.
(P.S. Hi Grandma C and Miss Karen! Hope you're driving safe!)