What a day!

Two days away from the one of the biggest days in the year for the Master and Miss and I have been on edge, a touchy grumpy, preoccupied and nauseous.

My Dad has prostate cancer and had an operation today to get it removed. 

Thankfully part of the worry is over. 

It's early days to be fair but for me personally I think knowing what Dad is like and worrying about him worrying about the op has been dreadful. 

Then of course there was the actual operation.  Sorry to say but Dad's not a spring chicken (although 67 is the new 57) so there is always going to be a big recovery.....lucky my Mum has such a good bed side manner........

Anyway after getting through today it's onwards and upwards.  I'm looking forward to seeing Dad.....just to make sure he's not giving the nurses a hard time, that he's doing what he's told and well that he's okay and that I love him!  Someone stop me before I start getting all sloppy.

So anyhow this post is for my Dad.  May your recovery be swift and you ready for the next water pistol fight.

 

 xx Love you lots xx

Why a bump to the head was a sign.....

Okay so I'm resting.  And I'm terrible at it.  So this is me bucking my rest, even if it is for 5 mins!

On Monday I whacked my head on a door.  Not my finest hour.  After a trip to the doctor, alot of sleeping, painkillers and rest I thought I was 'back on track' because, to be frank, I had shit to do.

However it wasn't meant to be, back to the Doctor only to be told that it's all part of the ride....3 steps forward, 2 back.....like, literally his words!  Sheesh.  Not what a control freak wants to hear before Christmas.

Seeing as I'm 'resting' I've been thinking.  A bump to the head might be a blessing.  A time to slow down.  There is nothing that can't wait (my tea towel draw for example) and although it pains me to say it my body has enjoyed the rest.  Given I've had no control over my body wanting to sleep, alot, and my head literally aches, I've found myself thinking well I'm pretty organised so lets just run with it.

I know, grown up right?  What next!!?

Anyway there is always someone more worse off than me, and the Dr says I'll be fine for Christmas so that's all good. 

In the mean time, I have date with the couch. 

Stay safe, and watch out for those doors....they can be pesky.