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We all hoped Dawn would have a speedy recovery, but just when it looked like she was going to get better, she slipped back into a coma. Her vital signs are fine, but the doctors say she might not make it.
I receieved some balloons and a lot of cards in the mail recently, and they are up in the room.
Nurse Emeneator is watching over Dawn.
One of the cards in particular I wasn't very happy about.
Whoever sent this card should be absolutely ashamed of themselves.
I'm going crazy here in this confined space, waiting for her to wake up. To think, in this very hospital, she was born on March 15th, in the year of our Lord 1989.
I thought I would post some images of her birth.
She was such a lovely child; never fussy, always jubilant. I never had problems teaching her things; she would always pick up on things very well and she was very smart, indeed. I found it oddly uncharacteristic of a child with DS, but she always has been my special little girl.
I remember the song I taught her when I was training her to use the toilet.
♫ I’m a Super Duper Pooper,
♪ I can potty with the best.
♫ No more diapers to get in my way,
♪ I bet you are impressed!
♫ I’m a Super Duper Pooper,
♪ I know when I have to go.
♫ Take a bow, I’m a big kid now,
♪ I’m the best pooper you know!
Everything was great, even after he left... Dennis, that bastard. He ran away with a French whore, and to think! He always told me how horrible I smelt. The only reason a French whore smells good is because she bathes in perfume! Otherwise, she'd stink to high heaven like the rest of the country!
Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that was a crepe thing for me to say.
I receieved some balloons and a lot of cards in the mail recently, and they are up in the room.
Nurse Emeneator is watching over Dawn.
One of the cards in particular I wasn't very happy about.
Whoever sent this card should be absolutely ashamed of themselves.
I'm going crazy here in this confined space, waiting for her to wake up. To think, in this very hospital, she was born on March 15th, in the year of our Lord 1989.
I thought I would post some images of her birth.
She was such a lovely child; never fussy, always jubilant. I never had problems teaching her things; she would always pick up on things very well and she was very smart, indeed. I found it oddly uncharacteristic of a child with DS, but she always has been my special little girl.
I remember the song I taught her when I was training her to use the toilet.
♫ I’m a Super Duper Pooper,
♪ I can potty with the best.
♫ No more diapers to get in my way,
♪ I bet you are impressed!
♫ I’m a Super Duper Pooper,
♪ I know when I have to go.
♫ Take a bow, I’m a big kid now,
♪ I’m the best pooper you know!
Everything was great, even after he left... Dennis, that bastard. He ran away with a French whore, and to think! He always told me how horrible I smelt. The only reason a French whore smells good is because she bathes in perfume! Otherwise, she'd stink to high heaven like the rest of the country!
Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that was a crepe thing for me to say.