"Yucky. White menathin ith groth*" says the sick little boy about his antibiotics.
Poor little sick Asher. I have never seen him this unlike himself. Whiney, whiney, whiney. So tired, yet unable to sleep. Previous surgeries and sicknesses have never taken him out like this.
It was a loooong night. I suspect an equally long day ahead.
Please send healthy vibes to Asher but to Nolan as well - who is scheduled for surgery Friday. Nolan's surgery marks the first in a series of four surgeries the three Trousdell gentlemen need to have in the coming months. My stress can't take it if it gets postponed!
*Translation: White medicine is gross.