Dad had a bad weekend. He got into some poison oak at his job, and suffered through the weekend. His arms looked like raspberries by Monday morning, and I guess he went to the doctor. Mom and I caught him scratching a bunch of times, and, although it's something I do quite often, mom kept yelling at him for it. He told mom he got a shot in the butt and he has to take some pills all week. He also has to put this gross, greasy stuff on his arms, so he hasn't been able to hold me, something I like. I've been spending more time on mom, but I hope dad gets better soon. I talked to him this morning, and he picked me up and held me awkwardly, which I didn't care for, so I jumped down.
The little bubbles are starting to go away, but his arms are still all red. Hurry up and get better, dad!