Happy Birthday Dinosaur Boy!

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The Big Night: Clue number 2

T minus 6 days and counting.

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Follow the Dinosaur Boy on Twitter!

Now I’m doing this twitter thing.  It’s like a mini blog thing where I can type little things and people can read them.

[Dad’s Note: Click here to follow Bridger on Twitter.]

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Please pray for Blackie

I have a sad story today about my chicken, Blackie.

Blackie is this tiny chicken I got from my friend Gibran.  He’s going back to Mexico for a long time so he gave me his chicken.  She’ll be grown by the time he gets back from Mexico.

But the thing is Blackie was attacked today by another chicken.  That chicken pecked all the feathers off her head and then pecked off all the skin.  I went outside to check her this morning and saw her laying there in the coop with no skin on her head.  It was just her skull.  You could see her tendons moving back and forth.

I climbed in there and grabbed Blackie and carried him upstairs to Mom and Dad.  She was still alive.  Mom took her to the vet to see if there was anything we could do.  The vet put some medicine on Blackie’s head and said maybe she’ll die.

Then we put Blackie in a special box with newspaper in it.  If she eats and drinks tonight, maybe she’ll live.  If not, she’ll probably go to Jesus.  Me and Weston said special prayers for her but I thought I should tell the world to say prayers for her too.  Maybe that will help.

I can’t put a picture of her on my blog because it’s too gross.  I’m worried about little girls seeing the picture because they’ll flip out if they see it.  Girls are like that.  McCall’s not so much like that, though.  She would probably be tougher than most girls.  She’s not tougher than mom, though.

I hope Blackie lives, but mostly I don’t want her to hurt so much.  I’ve never had all the skin ripped off my head before, but I’m sure it’s gotta hurt.  Man, I hope she gets better.

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I am sick and there is no cure

I don’t know why I’m sick but my tummy hurts so bad.  I threw up 7 times tonight.  I hate throwing up but I just keep doing it and now I’m throwing up water.  I asked Mom if there is a cure for this but she said I’m just going to have to wait until it goes away.

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I almost went to Jesus

I almost goed to Jesus last night. My throat hurt and I started throwing up warm blood. Then I went in the ambulance. I don’t remember anything about that. Then I went on the helicopter. It was loud and I could see out the window. The mountains were going by out that window. They were talking to me in the helicopter but I don’t remember what they said.

They gave me a few pokes and put blood-pushers in my hand and my foot. Then they just choked me 3 times. I didn’t like all those wires in me but I had a dinosaur bandaid. There was a red light on my toe like E.T., only it’s not like E.T. because he has a red light in his finger, not his toe. I have three bandaids- a blue crayon one and a crazy one and a ‘Merican flag one.

I won’t live in the hospital because I don’t have obetes like Dustin. I can’t eat anything! Poor, poor Bridger. I think I’m going to die!

WESTON’S THOUGHTS: They is fixing Momma’s car. Maybe they is puttin’ numbers on it to make it go fast! They should put ’45’ on it.

[Dad’s Note: Bridger was released earlier today and is doing well, but he doesn’t seem to understand what it means to “take it easy.” His pain medicine puts him in a daze, but it no longer makes him drowsy. So instead of being dazed and sleepy, he’s more like a dazed Energizer bunny. Much to his frustration, he is on a liquid/soft diet- which means he can’t eat “real food.”

Though this whole experience has been a huge drain on him, he is definitely 100% better than he was yesterday. Thank you for the prayers and kind words. Thanks also to the paramedics and the nurses and doctors at Primary Children’s Medical Center who did a remarkable job.]

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