Sad Baby Immunized and Unhappy

Dear Diary,

Today was the worst day of my long cursed troubled life.  The villainous Authority called Daddy again delivered me to the agent called Doctor.  This time though Doctor did not work alone. Her heinous accomplices, Practitioner and Nurse, would join in what has proven to be a widespread effort to break my spirit.  It started just as previous visits, stripped naked to highlight my vulnerabilities, weighed and measured to reinforce my diminutive stature, and then great discussion of my habits and routines.  Doctor was particularly concerned that I be held in solitary at night, and that the forced feeding caused me to poop repeatedly. As Doctor finished what I believe was a body and cavity search, I thought this formalized tribulation was coming to a close- I could not have been more wrong.  The evil that followed was beyond any suffering I had endured at the hands of my captors. Even Daddy looked concerned for my well being.  Nurse and Practitioner returned to our chamber, they leaned in close, tickled me gently and fed me some sweet syrup. Was this a reward for my stoneface endurance of the day's abuses?  Had their consciences brought them back to atone for their wicked cold treatment of Sad Baby.  Not Hardly. As I lay there contemplating their change of heart, I was mercilessly stabbed in both legs. It was all a ruse, they had tricked me into letting my guard down, and now, my only weapons of defense were paralyzed in agony.  I cried out to the point of losing my breath, tears streaming down my face. I can never trust again. The authority called Daddy showed his weakness and immediately prepared a bottle to ease my suffering.  As my cries resolved to whimpers I found myself comforted to be placed back in the transport restraints.  At least I would not die in this  cold bright cell.  I may even see my bouncer chair before I expire.  My memory ends there.

I awoke hours later- graciously in my bouncer chair-- but I was reliving the pain. Whatever they had stabbed me with was certainly tainted with poison. There I sat, in the only place I had ever been able to relax, resigned to the fact that it would be my ultimate destination. I was in and out of consciousness for several hours before the Authority call Mommy returned from a very long absence. She too was appalled at the cruelty of the Pediatric Gang.  While she did not directly admonish Daddy for his part in the horrid event, she was quick to ease my suffering.  At first I was frightened of the conversation I overheard. There was mumbling and I overheard ".25ml"- whatever apothecary they were preparing was powerful stuff to be effective at such small doses- but it was not enough to finish me.  I continue to fight the pain, and sleep, but am                         losing                    at                least    (yawn)    one                             battle.


-Sleepy Sad Baby