Urgent Care

For a period of 3 weeks, I visited a place five times. It looked the same except some number of people were changing every time. I got to see some people of my size, but they were not being allowed to run around and they seemed as sad as me. We usually awaited 20-30 minutes though it felt like eternity to me. The usual routine was a lady in a white dress put me on a table and noted down some thing, and then neglecting all resistance from me, stuck something into one of my ears and after torturing me to be still for 1 minute, announced some number like 101.2 or 102.5 or something like that. She did not give me any candy for obeying. Then, another person in a white coat would come in, and inspect my ear some more, press my tummy and other parts of the body, look into my mouth, and then talk to my parents. The bed in which I was laid down seemed about four times my size! I realized the result of these visits later in the day, when my normal diet will be increased by another new liquid which was forced into my mouth with a dropper. The more I think about it, I am not sure why I resisted, since the liquid actually tasted good.


During that entire period, I felt very tired, and was not interested in running around, and playing with my friends. I slept lot more, curled around my mother's shoulders lot more, and was able to have my way lot more. We hardly had any visitors and we never went to people's homes. But most important of all, my parents were more loving and more attentive to me than normal. I felt like I was getting "Urgent Care". Now, I am all healthy, but my parents are constantly asking me not to touch things, lick things, throw things, etc. Hmm. not sure what has changed in them!