January 6th, 2006

Whale fluke

Sympathy "Ow, ow, ow, ow"

OK, I'm awake. Woke up to e-mail from my brother T.J. about the medical travails of my three-year-old nephew Robbie, who's about to have his tonsils and adenoids removed. T.J. made sure to assure us that Robbie's fine, but yesterday (ow, ow, ow) didn't go (ow, ow, ow) as planned...
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Ow. I really want to hug the little guy. Virtual hugs will have to do, as he's 3,000 miles away in Virginia.
Whale fluke

Yay! Robbie's much better!

I know Robbie's doing fine after yesterday's hospital adventure.

How do I know? He told me.

I called his home a few minutes ago and got his grandmother Linda (Cindy's mom), and first she told me Robbie's feeling good. She put Robbie on the line and told him, "Say 'Hi, Chris.'" Robbie said, "Hi, Kis. I'm cood." Meaning "I'm good."

So that's a relief. (I probably freaked out more than Cindy...)