Begin Again (And Again)

Back at work.

Slowly building up my hours.

It's lovely to see colleagues but the business of being sick has soured my relationship with management.

I need to end my affiliation with the university.

It's a long and drawn-out goodbye.

I get it, you know: 

You can't keep betting on the cripple horse (and I happen to be the cripple horse).

But it's nasty now, and I don't want that.

Rehab continues too.

I seem to be making strides in terms of physical strength.

All good.

The boys are back at school.

Son#1 ran away from school again today, and I stood half-in, half-out of my unflattering bathing suit, ready for rehab when the teacher called.

He was hiding in our garden after a fight with Davy, a low-life Red Bull-swigging skivvy who wanted to beat up Son#1 (whom I am certain wasn't innocent either).

Son#2 went to hospital twice on Sunday for severe asthma, and I kept the heavy breather home on Monday, just to be sure (which started nastiness from my boss - I am supposed to leave my 8 year old with a non-existent stranger with severe asthma because by God I need to work my hours at work forgodssakes not with sick child at home!!).

Son#3 is doing gifted things for gifted kids at school, new teacher and no more peeing in his pants 8 million times a day.

You can't stop progress.

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