| Daddy, where are we going? Brielle, we need to have the doctor take a picture of your tummy so you can grow. |
| I don't want any needles. |
| We'll get through this together. |
| Wrong door. Yikes, Biohazard sticker. |
| We've been here before . . . |
| A nervous patient. |
| A distracted patient. |
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| I'm a little out of it, I put "Her Puppy?" for "Comfort Items" |
| It's okay daddy, it will be okay. |
| Time for her tag. |
| Another couple of puzzles and then . . . |
| . . . go time. |
| I'm ready. I won't cry one time. |
| Wow, I know I'm only almost five, but I think I know what a hangover feels like, that sevoflurane (Soujorn) is some wicked stuff. |
| Post-op care at the VA Hospital. |
| Can I have a cookie Brielle? |
| I might be a little out of it, but I'm not that out of it! Seeya next week! |

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