My turn...

Dear Nicky,

Today it was I who went to the emergency room, and let me tell you, it wasn't as nice as the one we took you to in New Hampshire. I woke up this morning, congested and phlegmy like I've been for a while now, but today after breakfast I coughed so hard I threw up, and right then I decided I would go to the hospital, since my regular doctor has no appointments till next week. So I went in the late morning, after Shelby came and went, and after Edna took you for a walk.

You woke up a little fussy this morning, a little earlier than usual. You did somewhat okay with Shelby and were a little fractious with Edna, I'm afraid, but she tends to overreact sometimes I think. She called my cell twice while I was out. Once to ask about your lunch and another time when I was coming home. This last one scared me a little because she called while I was in the elevator, and I could hear her but she couldn't hear me, and I could hear you crying in the background. So I get home and you're a little beside yourself. It's those darn teeth. I dosed you with some Motrin and you felt better soon and ate a big bowl of cereal and took a long nap.

The hospital was a little rundown, but I think they did all right by me. I have bronchitis. I got some prescriptions filled and hopefully I'll be all right soon. I hope I haven't given it to you, man. You have a little cough, but nothing like mine. If we're lucky, we'll dodge this bullet.

Love,
Dad