Miserable trip...

Dear Nicky,

This morning your fever was pretty high, so we went to the emergency room bright and early. Everyone was friendly and helpful, a sharp contrast to some hospital staff in Jersey or New York. There was very little waiting and the doctor seemed thorough and competent and patient. His prognosis was pretty reassuring in that your fever was not so high, that it wasn't something very serious, like meningitis. You got my bug, I think, and I'm sorry. All I want is for you not to be sick, ever. Well, that and a bunch of other things, too. I still can't get over this cough, myself. What a pair we make. Poor Mom, huh?

Love,
Dad