Haircuts by Kristin

I hope Kristin didn't think that I would leave her out of my blog. Kristin was the third primary nurse that jumped on board at the end of my NICU adventure. She is a night owl and was with me from 7pm-7am. Most nights, I slept through the night, but there were those few times that I stirred up the action for her. Case in point here....my haircut. In the NICU, when nurses cannot find a vein on a fat baby bodypart, they shave your hair away and take blood from a vein in your head. Kristin felt very bad for doing this and I thought I'd give her a hard time about it now. So, Kristin....love you dearly....but don't quit your nursing job. You make a horrible stylist.

Textbook Definition

My mother, who is a teacher, would tell you that being able to recite a textbook definition won't impress her. She would rather you understand the definition and relate it to the subject at hand. Let's talk medicine....
How many of you are a textbook case? How many of you are the photocopy of the person in the next room? It took 13 days for the resident on the 7th floor to actually admit that I am not a textbook definition. DUH. I am Timmy. I am unique, with special qualities that make me...me. I will frustrate you, amaze you, shock you, and melt your heart. Advice to doctors...stop trying to look me up in a book. Take your medicial book and apply it....because I will keep you on your toes.

Sucking Snot

Snot sucks.

It landed me in the hospital again. I am congested and deflated a portion of my left lung. I hate snot. My mother hates snot. This concludes my blog post for today.

Bah humbug.

She Caught Me

Mom caught me actually sleeping in my crib. This is not something that I will often agree to do. We haven't slept much lately....which explains the lack of blogging.