Edmund rant

Dear people,
I would just like to say that being sick is stinky. I do not like having my nose wiped. Who cares if it's leaking down my face? I especially hate having my nose sucked with that bulb syringe. I scream every time they do this, and still they want me to be able to breathe through my nose. Gunk must be draining down my throat because I keep coughing. Also, Mommy and Daddy still expect me to sleep when I don't feel good; in fact, they expect me to sleep even more because I don't feel good. The one upside to being sick is sitting in front of the humidifier and trying to grab that air coming at my face.
Sincerely,
Edmund
p.s. I might have accidentally leaned a bit too far and landed on Daddy's electric train today while it was going past. I would tell you not to tell him, but I guess I already did with the crying I did. Oops, but I guess he would have noticed anyways that his train wasn't on the track anymore.