Doin' Time

I don't have anything too exciting to report. No news is good news though right? I am back on oxygen but only as a precaution. There was no indication that I needed it other than it is better for me to have it to help the healing process. I was moved from my cozy little bed to a crib which makes me feel a little bit like a big boy and a little bit like a prisoner. I still don't have any idea when I'll be going home. I am eating a portion of my food from a bottle and the rest is fed to me through my feeding tube. As long as I can a handle a little more of the bottle each time I feed I know that I am heading in the right direction. I can always get sent home with a feeding tube if the doctors feel its the best thing for me. I'd rather go home 100% on a bottle.

For now I just hang out here in my cell. Waiting for my family to come and see me, waiting until I can get sent home. Looking forward to seeing my mom is what I do.

Fun fact-- My dad's cell phone picture count: Me- 300, Matthew- 75, the other kids- 3 or 4 each, respectably. My parents thought that Matthew would be the one that gets sold into Egypt by his siblings but I feel like I should start worrying about my own welfare when I get home. Please no one bring me a fancy robe to wear.

<3 Johnny

                             That's me and Cara. She gets so excited when she holds me.

                                                                     My new cell.

                                                 That's me singing opera to my dad. ;-)