Tuesday, June 23, 2020
2:39 AM
I am shaking from fear. Daddy scared the pitooty outta me!
He came and woke me up just about fifteen minutes ago, and told me that I had stopped breathing in my sleep. He checked my temperature, asked a few questions, and had me lay here while he watched carefully. He opened the windows, brought a fan in and a humidifier and made sure air was circulating properly. He said my breathing was normal now, and that I could go back to sleep. So now, I am just laying here, alone in the dark with just a nightlight. I could've died in my sleep!
I don't want to go back to sleep. I'm scared of dying. Dammit lungs! You better learn how to breathe!
8:36 AM
Okay, so I managed to fall asleep again and I'm still alive! Hallelujah! I just finished getting ready for my doctor's appointment, and I'm just waiting for Pa to finish his shower. Since my diary was white, I got a few crayons and coloured the cover until it looked like my flag. Red, white and black.
I'm sitting here on the couch with Daddy watching TV. I wanted to see a little more of the time traveler dude, but Daddy was watching something else. It was about this weird guy who was like a detective, and he could find out everything about you just by looking at ya. It's crazy, and him in this short guy just go around solving crimes and stuff. That detective guy kinda scares me, but he's really smart. Seeing him retell people's life story right to their face when they just met, and pointing out how he knew makes you feel like it was so obvious.
I'm going to go see if I can sneak a cookie or something from the kitchen.
9:38 PM
What a waste of time! They all just stood around watching me breathe for like an hour!
I was hooked up to some machine at the doctor's, and they were monitoring me breathing. I just sat there, and did nothing but breathe.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It's not like I want to stop breathing. But they wouldn't even let me do anything!
So then, they started taking blood samples. Like, what do they need my blood for? Feeding the vampires?!
Then, they took X-Rays, even though I protested by saying I didn't have any broken bones.
They took pictures of my organs, my brain, and they were just picking at me, like, "Oh, lookie here! Peter's got some nice kidneys! Lemme instagram that!"
Ugh. I hate the doctors now. Why can't they just leave me alone? I'm fine, healthy, and just as adorable as ever!
Oh, and not to mention, Pa got mad at me for complaining so much. But there's nothing else for me to do, and I can't make them stop, can I?
I bet they even have cameras in my room, monitoring my every movement, because pictures and blood wasn't enough!
Okay, maybe I'm overreacting just a little too much. I'm just upset because everyone seems to think there's something wrong with me. But I can surely tell you this: I Am Fine!