I've been having really bad feelings about Charlotte lately, and every time my mother gives me another awful piece of news I'm relieved that it's not about her. Except now it is. One of Charlotte's vertebrae has softened or something and she's not allowed to go on long walks, jump, or climb the stairs. She's getting the princess treatment plus pain killers but she won't sit still.

I was extremely sick today too, but for other reasons. I ended up walking into my suitcase and scraping up my ankle, and the bruise on my right foot is starting to look like a giant foot tattoo. It's fading a little though, so hopefully I won't be too spotted for long.