Dear Diary,
I feel horrible, like I'm dying. My nose is so stuffed and I can't move my foot without feeling pain. So I'm sick and have a sprained ankle.
How did this happen? I'll tell you.
It all started when I was with Doc. He was trying out a new weapon thing and it kind of exploded. So guess who was stuck in the blast,...me. I was frozen solid in a block of ice and it was freezing. It was like you were aware of what was happening but at the same time, you were more focused on the freezing cold surrounding you.
It took several hours to get me out and it was tiring. Doc had to ask the help of someone he really doesn't like, Uncle Eddie. I think I explained why he doesn't like him. Doc sees Uncle Eddie as a big joke. Not serious and irresponsible. Also he has a lot of time on his hands and loves me dearly.
Another important reason is Uncle Eddie tends to not tell Daddy a lot of things that happen like me falling off a building or smuggling me into an opera.
Doc called him over and Uncle Eddie quickly arrived with a heat ray and fan.
"Oh my god! Luna! Don't worry, Uncle Eddie is here!" He freaked when he saw me. If I could, I would roll my eyes.
He gave Doc a nasty look. "It's a good thing you called me here!" He huffed. He then set up the fan and turned it on. He then used the heat ray to cut the pieces that didn't have me in them.
And the wait began, Uncle Eddie put the fan on a chair ontop of a table so my head got out first. That took about an hour or so. When my head got out, I took many breaths of air.
"Thank you Uncle Eddie for coming.''
"No problemo, Luna. Happy to clean up Freeze's problems." He chuckled. Doc of course gave him a nasty look and he restrained himself.
I finally got out after a few to 6 hours. It's a good thing that I called Daddy that I was sleeping over or else he'd freak.
So apparently I have a low tolerance to cold temperatures, thus borderline flu.
Now the ankle, well after I left Doc's place, Uncle Eddie drove me home, a scared Scaley immediately ran out of the house, sideswiped me and I fell to the ground, therefore the ankle.
I hollered in pain and Daddy came out and saw me. His smiling maniacal face immediately turned into one of horror and worry.
"Luna! Are you okay?" He went to me and lifted me up.
"My ankle! It hurts so much." I teared up and hopped on my good ankle.
His eyes widen and as quickly as he could, got me into the house, onto the couch with my ankle hiked up on many pillows.
I then sneezed, more horror, he took my temperature and immediately freaked. This happened a couple days ago.
Now I'm in my bed, covered in blankets. My ankle is being elevated and has ice on it and so does my forehead.
Scaley disappeared after him sideswiping me. I think he couldn't handle Daddy and his 'pranks'.
So now I'm sick and in pain. I can barely move due to the blankets. Daddy stuffed so much that I look like a giant cocoon. Daddy is making soup. His cooking is good well compared to the she-devil.
Oh yeah, speaking of her evilness, I got them to break up, sort of. She and Aunt Ivy are best friends and well I'm close to Aunt Ivy. I kind of lied to her that Daddy was going to get the she-devil killed and well Aunt Ivy was very upset. She convinced her to stop seeing Daddy and it's a win-win situation. I get Daddy all to myself, and the she-devil is away. I haven't seen her for 2 maybe 3 months. So yeah! Now to figure out how to keep her away permantly.
Ah Daddy came in with soup and he's feeding it to me...
"Daddy! I can feed myself!" I protested.
"You are my precious little baby. Now here comes the choo choo train." He said as he puts another spoonful in my mouth.
I love Daddy dearly but why does he have to keep treating me as if I were a 5 year old? I bet Billy doesn't get this kind of treatment but then again he's a boy and a teenager. I'm barely in that kind of mindset, well I think anyway. Now I need to think of something quick before Daddy goes overboard with this! Uh uh, oh I know!
"Daddy, I want to see that musical based off of Batman!" I yelled out.
Daddy put the spoon back into the bowl. "Batman?" He started chuckling. "Look, she wants to see a musical based off of Batman."
"Daddy, who are you talking to?"
"No one in particular. Sure why not? Anything to ridicule the great glorious Batman! Let's go after you're nice and healthy. Now open wide for the airplane."
Uh, I was so close.
"Now time for your medicine."
He gave a disgusting red fluid and water. I yawned. Oh no he gave the sleepy kind. Uhh, good night.
Please somebody review. I really don't know how you guys feel about this!