ER

ER

ER

My cold has reached my lungs. So I’m at the ER again. A different hospital though. Kennedy in Washington township. It’s nice… But no slushy machine.

I’m sick

I’m sick

I’m sick

I’m sick. So I’ve been resting hoping I’m well enough to go to aunt pat & uncle Jim’s. But dad finally told me were not going. And I’m ok with that because I’m feeling poopy.