Alexis
I haven't updated you yet on what's been going on since I last wrote. I'm writing this on a napkin because in the excitement, I didn't get a chance to grab my diary. So I guess technically this is a "Dear Napkin" entry, rather than a Diary one.
After my birthday I started feeling really sick. I could barely get out of bed. I had trouble breathing. The doctors think it's some type of infection, but they're still doing tests. I've been in the hospital for a few days, sleeping mostly. I'm just so tired. I haven't felt this bad for a while and I haven't had to go to hospital in years, so it must be bad, whatever it is. It used to really scare me, when I got sick. Sometimes dad and Logan weren't even allowed in to see me in case they made my condition worse. But dad was allowed to sit with me this time. So I hope that means I'll be okay.
I haven't seen Logan yet, if he even knows what's happened to me. I think dad has been trying to get a hold of him. I'm not sure I want to see him though. It's just been so many years since I saw him. He might just make me feel worse.
One time when I was in the hospital sick, Logan snuck me in a bag of candy and we pigged it all until I puked. The doctors yelled at him, dad yelled at him. Logan just yelled and ran off.
But no sign of him this time.
I think dad is doing better. He's been eating healthier, exercising and he's looking much better and brighter. Unless he's just putting on a brave face for me. He's been great these last few days. Hanging out with me while the doctors do their tests, helping me feel at ease. I'm so lucky he's here.
New napkin: These things are hard to write on, huh? I'm not sure I'll even bother putting these in my diary. My handwriting's a mess. I just wanted to write down what was happening. It might make me feel less anxious or something. It's getting a bit busier outside now. Doctors and nurses are running around past my room. More and more patients are coming in and they all look pretty out of it. Half-conscious, sweaty. It's making me feel worse, too. I hate seeing sick people, I really do.
I feel like I need to rest my eyes. They're starting to get blurry. I might do that, actually. I think I really need to have a nap. The problem is it's so hot in here even with the windows open.
God. Someone outside was bleeding. Gross. I wonder what's happening out there. It's so noisy. Lots of voices, lots of machines beeping, lots of people moving around. I bet I won't sleep now, even though my eyes feel so droopy.
I'm going to at least try to get some sleep. Night, Napkin.
- Alexis