September 1, 1990
I'm writing to you from bed, dear diary, and another day in bed awaits me. I'm in bed, because I'm sick. It's not my bed, though. It's a hospital bed. Daddy's ok. I just wanted to say that before you got worried. I'm getting ahead of myself though, so let's start at the beginning.
Yesterday, Daddy and I decided had some kids come to Neverland. We set this up through the Make A Wish foundation. These poor kids have cancer. Anyway, we wanted to give them a day off from worrying about their disease. Everything was going great. They went on some rides, rode the train around played with the animals, and watched a movie. We all sat down on the grass to eat our lunch. One of the kid's mom's made cookies. I took a bite of one and the next thing I know, I'm going into anaphylatctic shock. There were no walnuts in the cookies that I could see. If there were, I wouldn't have eaten one. Anyway, the mix must have been made in a factory where walnuts are, and somehow they got in.
Luckily, I had my medicine one me like I always do. I was able to give myself a shot of adrenaline, which is not easy, when you're having trouble breathing. Someone called an ambulance. I have to remember to thank them for that. The paramedics took me to the hospital. Daddy stayed behind to calm down the kids. I'm glad he did. I hope I didn't scare them to too much. They have enough stuff to deal with. Daddy came later, with some clothes and stuff. He said the press people were there. I told him I knew and that they got pictures of me going into the hospital. He told me not to worry about it for now, that we would deal with it later. Anyway, Daddy brought me my favorite cuddly toy, a white stuffed seal, that he bought me when we moved into Neverland. Definitely fun to hug when you're sick. Daddy's the best to hug, but Baby Seal comes in a close second.
So, Diary, I'm getting a little sleepy, so I'll sign off and talk to you soon.
Love you. Good Night.
P.S. I love you too, Daddy.