The day I make my announcement to the world!

Hello my people,

After a brief respite, I am back and into the world.  The past couple of days have been fraught with a whirlwind of activity and some setbacks, capped off with a wild ending to my evening.

In terms of what has been medically happening in my life:  I have been put back into ye olde' tanning bed to catch some more rays as the silly doctors think that my bilirubin levels are back up.  Okay, they actually know that the score is back up, but I like to think I have some say in the matter.


So far, my best trick is to open one eye like a periscope and see if it's really worth opening the other.  Generally, I find, it's better to nap.

I also think that the vintage of the spirits they have in my gavage tube isn't quite right.  It seems to be a little tannic or perhaps the vineyard over fertilized the grapes, but I have been losing my lunch from time to time.  This fact has also led to the slowing of my feeding, and taking it a little bit slower.  I'll be back to my old self in no time. 


This is how dad takes my temperature with the little white strip under my arm.  I'm holding his hand reassuringly.

So they have me back on the juice, errr...nasal cannula to make sure I have as little stress in my life as possible.  This small (0.5L/hr) amount of room air makes everything else that much easier to deal with in my life.  Ladies in and out of my house every hour of the day.  It's exhausting for a guy.


This is actually the color of the lights overhead.  Sort of a bluish tint.

The main attraction of the evening was the April fools prank I pulled on Mom.  Albeit a little early this one was great.  As a new parent, I thought I would trick her.  When she opened up my diaper, she thought it was all clear and was worried about my little guy spraying her.


Mom preparing the new diaper.

As she lifted my legs to clean off a tiny bit of poo, I relaxed and let it go.  I shot poo clear across my house as if a water balloon had exploded.  It hit the glass of the far side of my crib, all over the sheets.  No more worries about my digestive track.  It is working and I can shoot poo!  Dad took me out of the house so that the nurse could clean my place from stem to stern.  It may have ultimately been a Pyrrhic victory, but well worth it.  We all laughed about it for the rest of the evening.



News pH balanced. I report. You admire.

-Patrick "the Shooter" Linn