I needed to do a poo, but the positioning of my legs and my brace make it a bit tricky for me.
I was crying and crying and crying.
Nothing was working.
Then, Mum gave me an enema, and I felt better!
(So embarrassing!)
Mum hates this brace; all her usual tricks to help me aren't working.
Mum is covered in bruises, too, from holding me while I am in my brace. I move on her, so the metal bar sticks in to her arms and legs.
She has been counting down my Mondays. I have two Mondays left, and then the brace can come off. This Monday, I went to school, and my teachers were very patient and kind to me. I was crying and unhappy on Monday.
But, I'm feeling better now, and cheeky again!