Wow what a day and a bit, correction, week and a bit!
I can’t wait to get back to work, just so I can get a rest.
I’m shagged in the last 36hrs I’ve managed 4 hrs sleep.
Why? well lets start at the beginning. Little Jazzy born 21/06/08, cool.
Little Beau now 17 months old, well in a nutshell his been pretty sick with a heavy cold.
Not so cool ha. Jazzy comes home Friday last, and get the same cold. Grrrr but shyte does happen no ones fault, it just happens. Mum ends up back in hospital, Monday bleeding. Hmmmm not so cool! Home again but laid up Monday night yeha. Tuesday night Wednesday morning Jazzy is so efen sick, I’m off to hospital again, she aint feeding proper and is losing weight at an alarming rate, (well to me anyway, ya know protective father shyte) Well she’s on the mend and feeding again sort of. And prognoses is a slight pneumonia caught real early (as I puff out my chest)
Mums back at the hospital now, hopefully her and little Jazzy will be back home tomorrow or the day after.
So why am I writing this shtye and not in the fart sack doing ZZZZZ’s
I’ve hit the dreaded second wind, still fell like shyte but I feel wide awake, I know its bullshyte, cause you should see all the typo’s I’m making.
But a slightly different note, aint it totally amazing how hospital staff react, now don’t get me wrong I appreciate every single thing they did for both me and Jazzy last night. But I can’t help but think of the last time I ended up in hospital as a result of a bike accident.