Back to Work, Back to the Doc

Day 348:

Well Son, today was not my best...  Last week I got pretty sick, albeit for a short time, though bad enough to put me down for the night on Tuesday night with after effects lasting throughout the week and into today.  After an exceptionally busy morning at work I finally decided to see the doc and that landed me squarely in the waiting room at the hospital for a CAT Scan...  Four and a half hours later my suspicions were confirmed.  Nothing I haven't dealt with before but enough to have me on another battery of medications for the next 10 days, and let me tell you Boy'O, I can't stand taking pills...

None the less I finally made it home in time to spend some time with you, have a nice dinner, and make my way to the pharmacy to get my pills following giving you a bath.  By the time I got home, you were sound asleep.  Just another Monday I guess, Son.

It's really quite difficult to readjust after spending the week with you and your Mom and so many of our  family out and about.  A lonesome pang of missing you tugs at me a bit in the knowing that I can't just walk over and pick you up, see you smile, and set you back to whatever it was you were doing, or maybe even something new...  Anyhow, such is life, I suppose.

So here's to your dear old Dad feeling a bit better tomorrow, and the next day, and then the next.  But no matter what's going on with me, Boy, I'll always be well enough to handle you...

I love you, Conor.
-Dad