Dear Jesus, Part 2

Dear Jesus,

This is Mazie Grace a speakin'.  Again, I'm pretty sure you already know that with you bein' Jesus and all.  I just wanted to thank you for not lettin' me die on the operatin' table today.  I'm still breathin' but, boy, oh boy, do I ever have me a headache!

I'm all woozy and stuff.  I can't seem to git my legs to go in the direck shun my eyes is a lookin'.  Mommy says that won't last for much longer. 

I'm really hungry but I just can't sit still long enoughs to eat...here's a picture of me snarfin' up some deliciousness...mommy says I look like I'm a makin' a big steamin' pile of vomit...silly mommy...this is what a person looks like after their mommy has half-starved them to death over night.

I just have one question for ya, Jesus...why did Dr. Blair put this fugly bonnet on me???  I mean, really, Jesus, this thing is awful. 

It has been a rough day...Mommy & Dr. Blair say it will be all worff it.  I hope they knows what they is talkin' 'bout...I really do 'cause I'm the one with the busted-up eyeballs and lampshade on my head.

Help me out, Jesus...I need a break.

Very truly yours,

Mazie Grace