Have any of you fathers out there ever noticed that health wise your fine, your little one comes along and everything is rosy but as soon as they are old enough to step inside a nursery your world falls apart. And by that I mean every ‘new’ strain of virus is foisted upon you by your little cherub after they have picked it up at the biological warfare centre. Honestly, since Amelia has started nursery she gets colds, viruses, infections and brings them home for me. Hell my immune system was built up over 30 years ago and now these children are hitting it with the new kids on the block in terms of germs that are immune to everything.
I’m on a bad roll at the minute. 3 weeks ago my daughter came home with Scarlet Fever… wowsers I thought that sounds bad. Turns out its very common and very infectious. So I end up with Strep throat… I get antibiotics to clear it up but it had moved into my chest. A week later and it is finally starting to calm down and today… yes today… 3 weeks after the initial onslaught I was coughing and I’ve pulled a muscle in my stomach. What the hell. Every time I cough it feels like Tyson has just slugged me in the guts.
I’m on night shift tonight and I’m honestly expecting to cough before exploding into a million tiny bits or to spontaneously combust.
If I’m not around tomorrow you know I’ve coughed my last… my stomach has ruptured and I’ve melted into a pool of my own stomach acid.