So I'm feeling a little foul today...seems the Dr. that sees me and his nurses can't keep their stories straight. My crying, my screaming, my general kvetching may not be acid reflux after all. I think the nurse who diagnosed me with that must have gone to Taco Bell or something the day before and was feeling a little off herself. And speaking of that nurse, she better learn to back off with that thermometer, or she's going to taste my little fists of fury. Typically I love being held, I mean who doesn't love a little hugging, but lately that isn't even doing it. And if I don't like the way you're holding me you may be in line for a little baby headbutting. At least nursing seems to be going better; although I'm having a little trouble taking the bottle - must not have enough Irish in me. Told you I'm feeling feisty today, so don't be surprised if you are introduced to my left size zero as I drop a lightning quick roundhouse kick on you... Anyway, I'm sure I'll be feeling better in no time, so don't be scared off too much by my ranting. Just make sure you tread carefully when around me if you see me in the next couple of days (I'm looking at you Mommy - see accompanying vid for evidence).
Later-
Colicky Ben
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