Week one is done, with only eleven to go.
I’d like to say it has been easier than I expected. I’d like to say BB is coping really well with a transition into a half body cast. I’d also like to say my diet is going really well and I am well en route to a size 10 again.
However, that would all be total bollocks.
Driving home from an afternoon at a friend’s house today I decided to use the time wisely and attempt to explain the concept of laws to my two six-year olds. It started off well as I explained that a law is like a rule but if you break a law you can be arrested and sent to jail. This did seem to cause my two a little distress as they started to panic about occasions in the past where they may have bent a law and they seemed to fear that should their past misdemeanours be found out they would be spending the rest of their days in striped pajamas getting a stripey tan through a barred window.
One thing they never tell you about hospitals is that they exist outside of time. One minute in the real world is about a day in hospital land; so consequently BB and I have been living in Bay 14 for years and years. The nurses must take some kind of drug to protect themselves from the time tear that occurs in here as they all look younger, slimmer and much fresher than I do.
I am hovering somewhere between the land of nod and the world of sheer exhaustion. Luckily for me my valentines date is right with me riding the wave of knackeredness.
