Discharged

I run around a lot, and play games, and am cheeky and have lots of fun and am always smiling. That's why those who know me call me Smiley Riley.

Sometimes I feel poorly, but I still run around and play games. It means the doctors don't always believe I am poorly, because I look far better than other poorly kids. That's also probably cos I am so darn good looking.

But when the doctor took a picture of tummy last week, he said he really did think I was poorly after all, and sent me straightaway with Mummy to the hospital... really far away. We went in the car, through a long tunnel, and I was very good. Mummy said so.

The doctor told Mummy I had some funny sounding things, like 'pneumonia' and that my little lung wasn't filling up properly like it should - they said it was a little bit 'collapsed'. It was making me cough and breathe funny, and be hot and not want to eat my dinner. It didn't make me not want to have fun though!

They put some BIG needles in me, and I was very brave, and I watched the Wiggles and stayed in a cot and had lots of medicine. I went in on Thursday night, and on Monday they put a weeeeny little namera into my mouth and down into my lungs. I think they took some pictures, though I would think it was a bit dark so the pictures won't be very good.

They sucked some gunky stuff out and sent me home to get better. I am going to play with Mummy and Daddy this week, who have given up on 'work'. Mummy says she thinks 'work' have given up on her too.

I am still running around and being cheeky. I am eating lots of toast and marmite now, and I slept really well in my own bed, I didn't even cough.

I am going to see 'docallen' with Mummy on Friday. He says he will make me better so I can go back to school and see Tash and Lili.