You poor bastard. Well wishes & all that mate, I hope your recovery goes well.
A mate of mine up north came off his bike and snapped his femur, then somewhere between the side of the road and his emergency operations to save the leg he got a super-bug of some kind, and 18 operations later he's down a leg, and now only the third person to survive having that particular bug.
They flew him in emergency medications from the US that haven't yet been fully cleared for use - but it saved his life.
As I said man, I hope your recovery goes well. I bet you'll be off to the doctor nice and early next time!
When I'm looking after the boy, we do other shit. It's the missus that likes to plonk him in front of the tellie while she does domestic shit.
I take him with me.
Or out of the house.
Fuck the TV. They don't call it the idiot box for no reason.
My eldest, she's pretty good, doesn't crave TV. She'll happily sit there and watch it, but if I say turn it off there's never a protest.
I call her Jess Bob Square Eyes and she gets all defensive and turns it off.
Huge black cloud ☁ over my workplace
Rain, or a metaphorical cloud that is wielding the ban hammer?
As in, you're going to be looking for a new job soon?
Haha Jess can't handle it. It's so true though.
We did five years of straight Mon-Fri in and out of town for activities. Art, Music, Swimming, Gym.. just relentless. It's too easy to let tech 'do the work' but it's just laziness in my eyes. We had too much cool shit to do, and she's still all over tech. She certainly didn't get left behind let's put it that way.
She's so excited that there's no way she cries when she starts school next week. But I will. My identity has been 110% Dad focused from the minute I got back from OS. Next Tuesday is the line in the sand.
So I'll C U Next Tuesday through glassy eyes, chaps.