Today I was meant to have an MRI but, I got sick with a fever instead. It is dangerous to be 'put under' when the body temperature is over. It seems that many people who go into hospital for one thing end up having to deal with much more. Perhaps that is why some doctors see themselves like mechanics. People bring their cars in with a small problem like a fuel light flashing on and off, and leave having changed the gearbox and drive chain. Whatever they are.
Daddy took this picture of a daisy outside of the building I was staying in. The purple ones in the background are called Lupine and are classed as a weed. I think they are pretty. What classifies as a weed anyway? To me it seems that a weed should be something that is useless and brings nothing to a situation yet, isn't being nice to look at enough sometimes? Why does everything in this life have to have some kind of extrinsic value? Everything has to be able to be sold. I wonder what this means when it comes to friends, family and relationships.
These questions are all too big for me though and tonight, I am just glad I am home. Not only am I home but because of all that has been going on, I get to sleep in mummy's bed. It is actually mummy and daddy's bed but because he snores too loudly, we have it for just the two of us. Daddy will sleep on the floor of my room. I hope my toys accept him... they are quite picky when it comes to people. Especially the pink bunny made by Mummi.
It hasn't been a great day though to be honest. Having a fever makes me very grumpy and I don't want to eat but because of the sugar issues and seizure-y thingies, I have to eat, especially before bed. They tried to feed me all kinds of things while looking at each other nervously.
I am a little worried about it all now and I can see that mummy and daddy are worried too. They look at me more closely than before and I am no longer out of their sight. This time last week I was free to do what I wanted in the home but now, it feels like there are anxious eyes on me all the time. Hopefully either they work out what is causing it or time will heal memories and things can get back to normal with me... Doing what I want.
Time to snuggle up with mummy. Goodnight all and goodnight Daddy.
Bunny... be nice.
<3
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