Day 123: time to leave.
My shunt was in and I had a plan. I figured that if I disguised myself as a tramp, I would get kicked out of hospital.
And it worked.
The doctors gave me 10p for a cup of tea and told me to get lost
So my mummy and daddy bought me a car seat and we started to leave the building. Just as we got to the door the doctors spotted me and said they wanted to scan my brain one last time.
Good news! My brain wasn’t expanding anymore. Bad news! It had collapsed.
The doctors stroked their chins and shook their heads. They hadn’t seen this kind of thing before so they said I had to stay until they worked it out.
There’s no pleasing some people is there? One minute your brain is too big. Then it’s too small. The truth is I think they just didn’t want me to go because I’m very good at conducting classical music.
So I went on strike. I refused to do anymore conducting and after a few more days they let me go to mummy and daddy’s house for the first time ever.
I say ‘house’ but it’s very small so I think they need to give it a new name, like shoe box.
Once I’d squeezed into the shoe box I thought it would be nice to show everyone my munchkin impression which I’d been practicing. Good isn’t it?
