Harry Heads to the Hospital

Sorry I haven’t been able to blog lately. I had to spend some time in the hospital during Thanksgiving. I was getting my stomach pumped. It turns out that even I have limits to how much I can eat.

I started off our Thanksgiving feast with a little stuffing, homemade mac and cheese, a mystery meat casserole (the dung beetles made it, so I didn’t ask questions) some cranberry sauce and fried turkey (Woody’s specialty). I then made my way to the dessert table. Pecan pie, pumpkin pie and banana putting…I had them all. I ate so much that Miley and Atlas had to roll me back to my exhibit. My exoskeleton was stretched so tight I felt like I was about to molt. The pain was unbearable, so we headed to the ER.

When we got there, the doctor tried to get me into one of those paper gowns, but they didn’t have my size. We improvised and used a napkin instead. Boy, was it breezy.

The doctors were fantastic, though, and I was feeling better in no time. Next  Thanksgiving I’m going to know my limits. I’ll stop after having two desserts instead of three.