My boy broke his arm last year,or maybe the year before - it's his 12th birthday today - but it was a totaly bizzare stressful day for me.
My mother was in and out of hospital being diagnosed with cancer - then one afternoon I get a call...''can you come and pick me up? they can't do anything with me,they are sending me home to die'' Oh shit,I was expecting this,but it's something you don't want to hear..ever.I'm at work so I reach to phone my wife to see if she can go and pick up my mother and take her home,she has been on standby waiting for just such a call for weeks - but as I reach out the phone rings,and it's my wife! ''Hey,I was just going to call you,can you go and pick up Mum? she wants to go home''....'well,that's not really possible right now,I'm in an ambulance on the way to Starship - Jack has broken his arm' WHAAAT??
So I jump in my van,race off to Middlemore,pick up my upset mother and take her to her sisters place in Otara...then after work go out and pick her up and take her home to Waiuku - I practicaly dump her at her place,just make sure she's ok and then race off to the brand new Starship to see my boy.He has just come out of the theatre with pins and wires in his arm,he's awake enough to say hi.We get my wife set up to spend the night with him and I take my younger son home with me.
Sorry for the thread highjack,but the day my son broke his arm is burned into my brain as a day from the twilight zone.
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
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