Doctors and Corn Dogs

Well tomorrow is the big day. I'm going to see the specialist in Denver. I was counting today, and I think he will be the 10th doctor I've seen since January when this all started. Ten sounds like a good number, don't you think? I mean, that's really enough. I'm hoping and praying he knows something. I would be a big fan of feeling better.

My mom and I have still been reading a lot out loud to each other. It helps distract me from the pain and it's a bunch of fun. We read this book a week or two ago that has us laughing quite a bit. This girl, Rosie, decided to run for president at school. Here is a poem she came up with for her campaign to change school lunches. And just for the record, I want to say I actually like corn dogs. Don't care if they are gross, sometimes a meal on a stick is just what you need. But anyways, I still wanted to share this with you:

Dear Mr. Corn Dog,
What are you…really?
Your inside is meaty
Your outside is mealy.

Are you a yo-yo?
Was it a clue?
You went down at lunch,
And you came up at two?

Now you look worse
Than you did when I ate you.
I've splattered your batter,
And now, dog, I hate you.

I'm here in the bathroom,
I’m still feeling sick.
And all I’ve got left
Of my lunch is your stick.

Dear Mr. Corn Dog,
I’m not being nosy,
But what are you…really?
Sincerely yours,
Rosie

-Rosie Swanson: Fourth-Grade Geek for President by Barbara Park

But seriously, all corn dogs aside, I would love your prayers for me and my appointment tomorrow. I have been waiting for this day and I am really hoping he has some good ideas about how to help me!