Traveling man...

Dear Nicky,

This morning, you and I left early to go gas up the car and head into the city to see Roselle from Dr. Q's office at Columbia because we wanted her to take a look at an abscess on your scar. This abscess looks like a pimple or an ingrown hair, and it's right at the top of your incision. It looked its worse yesterday. It was red and looked like it had some pus in it. When we went to see Roselle it was looking better. But she told us it way better to look at these and take care of them early rather than later. Anyway, she swabbed the pimple with alcohol, then pricked it with a needle. You barely made a peep. A drop or two of dark-looking blog came out, but not much. Then she put some antibacterial gel on there and sent us off. She was very nice, but you could tell she was really busy. Oh, Mom didn't put your diaper on tight enough this morning, so when we got to the hospital, it had leaked all over your suit and jacket. I changed you, but it was hard when you were squirming and I was trying to change you, keep you from falling, and trying to prevent you from touching anything. When we were finished with Roselle I bundled you up in a fleece blanket, since your jacket was wet. On the elevator a lady said you had beautiful eyes. You slept very peacefully in the car on the way home. I left you alone with Mom for a few hours yesterday as I went to get a lube-oil-filter, then went to Target to get some stuff. I left a bag behind and had to go back for it. So I've been driving around most of the day. I missed you when you weren't in your usual backseat.

Love,
Dad