I am not asking for your sympathy, merely offering you the chance to quietly laugh at me as you see me moving cautiously, doing the John-Wayne-waddle. My long-anticipated trip to the day-surgery unit has finally been completed and I have the scars to prove it!
For ten years I have sired far too many children, with quite alarming regularity. Now however, the breeding is over, the big-V, the decommissioning of the gonads is complete, and all weapons of mass reproduction have been put finally and verifiably beyond use.
Now clearly I am feeling sorry for myself, and believe that I am paying a high price! This is however not a view shared by my wife, who points out that bearing all our kids was, on balance, a little worse. So if you see me, hobbling about, with a sheepish-grin, feel free to laugh, mock and point out that it's all self inflicted. Of course when you have a 'surprise addition to the family' when you are 50 years old, it will no doubt be equally hilarious!
Well, here I come for a visit to your blog from your friend's post on the dragonfly/garden visitor...to find you recuperating from a very brave operation of which my husband, who is quite brave normally, was too squeamish to undergo!! :)
ReplyDeleteAlthough being in the health care profession (regist. nurse) I can empathise with your recovery, I do quite side with your wife in the entire matter!! :)
Hello hgf!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is that your comment works just as well if you exchange the word "squeamish" for "wise"..
yes, well, him inside did give me that look when I mentioned I was using the word squeamish. He said something akin to the word you mentioned, and a few more. ;)
ReplyDeleteWell,Mr Decommisioned, will you be having some "curry, with the curry powder taken out" on Saturday? or how about "ale with the alcohol taken out"
ReplyDeleteOoh la la !
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