“Ledge talking” is a term that Master Pravus coined to explain when I am being a complete and utter weenie and I should be sent to the Weenie Hut to cool down for a minute. It sounds a lot worse than it is. Ledge talking is when you’re so scared that you’re about to jump […]
Read MoreIt’s no secret that Master Pravus reads to me a little bit before I go to sleep. Sometimes we don’t have a lot of time, and he’ll read a single page out of the Alphabet Fairies book, or sometimes maybe a chapter out of another book. It depends on the night. The other night he […]
Read More“No thank you, I don’t think so.” ::Five seconds go by:: “I’ll get your laptop.” “But why? I don’t have much to say?” “About today. You have to blog about the day.” “I’ll try, Master.” I didn’t want to go to the hospital today. I panic every time I go to the hospital, mainly because […]
Read MoreWe drove out of Massachusetts and Master Pravus told me we were in Connecticut. Then he told me we were in New York. “We’re doing it?” “We’re doing it,” he told me. I couldn’t even believe it was happening. I mean. How were we there? Two states away in another place seeking the help of […]
Read MoreThe antithesis of BePICCed. Here I am with Griswold making the long journey into the hospital for my dePICCing. I hadn’t gotten a single wink of sleep the night before. Not a one. I really do not like going to the hospital. It’s hard for me, and it’s harder if I have no idea what […]
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