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I went to the Doctor on the Saturday before Christmas. Turns out, I had a fever because of a urinary tract infection. After a needle-stick, a blood-draw, a catheter insertion and an antibiotic injection, I just wasn't myself for the rest of the day. Tired, too! |
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By Christmas Eve Morning, I was feeling much better.
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I asked for cloth books, and I got plenty! After being held ALL DAY on Christmas Eve, towards the end of the evening I just wanted to hang out by myself. |
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Christmas Morning: while Suzie unwrapped presents and
Daddy took lots of photos, I mostly played with old toys. I'm told I got
some cool stuff. I'm sure I'll be getting to know them.
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The light was good, and I was in a good mood. What can I say? |
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I say "YIPPEE", that's what I say! (although,
so far, it comes out more like "a bah bah bah bah BAH BAH ba bahh"...)
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Christmas day at the Ranheim's. Here, their youngest son, Bjorn, carries me around for a while. I was a big hit! (They liked the slippers that I got from Aunt Solveig & Uncle Peter, too. Something about that maple leaf, I guess) |