I am sick.

I've been running a fever since Tuesday morning of this past week. Tuesday afternoon after my nap my temperature was 104, under the arm, so Mom rushed me to the pediatrician. The doctor checked me over and couldn't find anything wrong (aside from the fever), then Mom and I hung out most of the afternoon waiting for me to pee into a plastic bag so they could test my pee. Wow, you should have seen how everyone got all excited when, at 4:45 p.m., I finially filled that bag up. There were four nurses there cheering for me, so of course I got in on the celebration and clapped for myself. That was fun. Feeling sick and having a fever for the rest of the week was not. I am still sick, but my temperature has gone done to under 100 as of this morning and Mama has me on orange Triaminic for my clear runny nose. I have been a bit of a monster this week, so I know my parents will be glad to have me back to my usual charming self.