Sunday, March 17, 2013
Oh goody. Ees snoween'.
Ees bedhair than goeen' to the bed. I mean, v-v-v-ed (ees hard: I yab theen leeps).
I yab to go bag. To the forgheen' bed. VED.
The las' bed tole' os, ten days ago "All the bloodworgh ees normal!!" The Wooman bread a sigh ob relieb. Me too. No more bed.
Torns oud they nebber measured my T-lebels (Typhoid lebels). They measure my keedney y leeber balues only. My own bed, Dottore Slade, call the Wooman las' weegh to as' how I yam doeen' y tell hor the order Dr, who I saw las' time, no as' por T-lebels. When she hear thees, the Wooman was...como si dices...?
So now we go bag. Anorder essamination. Anorder forgheen' weethdrawal ob my blord.
$ Ka-ching $
Bod how am I doeen'? you as'?
I doan' really know. Por the las' worn, maybe two year, I am eadeen' seex sharts ob pelleds een worn day. Golden, cronchee, dayeen, dayoud, forgheen' delicioso. Before two year I was eadeen' only 4 sharts a day.
Now, maybe I ead worn, two sharts ob pelleds. I also ead two small pequeno portions ob wed food weeth my drogas meexed een. Y now the Wooman cooghs me cheecken y geeb me raw meat, tambien - or sormtime' smallpiece lamb charp or tuna, because I no ead northeen' else. She geeb me treads, too, maybe 4, 6 a day... She say they hab veetmaneens. Sormtime I feel seeck after I yab eaten: I leeck my theen leeps. We wan' to know WHY I feel seeck.
So. Wha' can I say? Ees anorder time. The time ob Estorbo eadeen' the small deeshes ob tapas. No mas pelleds, dayeen', dayoud.