On the morning Daddy and I were supposed to fly out of CA back to Maryland, I could barely breathe, and my temperature shot up to 104.3. So Alka and Daddy bundled me up and dashed to the hospital.
The doc said I had Croup, which makes it hard to breathe and gives me a funny cough. It was no fun. They kept sticking me with things, and putting things over my mouth, and giving me medicine and making me feel worse.
I just wanted to sleep, and they kept waking me up too. What a drag.
We never did make our airplane, until 2 days later. Fun.
Croup!
Croupier!
