14 years ago today I had just given birth to my first son and whilst today we celebrate this wonderful young mans life it didn’t quite start as planned. Over excitement meant that we were all still chattering at 0:36 and after turning off Evyn’s fan I put my foot down and said it’s time to sleep now.
This morning as I heard the excited chattering start and loud walking about I decided to be a little cheeky and have a lie in. Eventually the noise grew louder and I knew I would not be able to hold out any longer and I got out of bed and went downstairs. As I walked in the kitchen Bryn shouts ‘Mum Evyn’s being sick’ 🤢 as Evyn tries to get up the stairs to the bathroom he fails being sick yet again – this is the first time that Evyn has ever been sick on the floor as he has always managed to get to the toilet or grab a blanket/bowl. My heart sinks as the eldest was looking forward to a fun filled day of birthday celebrations he is now offering to clear up sick after his brother.
Once we have all sorted Evyn back to the birthday celebrations as his dad and I hang the banners and wrap the last present.
Calling the birthday boy he comes into the kitchen and sits at the breakfast bar where as a family we all watch this teenager with attitude (attitude was gone whilst the crisis earlier was happening) opens his cards and presents. Thanking people not in the room for the things he received the birthday excitement was back.
I then had to explain that we had to change our plans and he took this well. Off he went to sort out his morning as I had to get ready to attend a hospital appointment. Soon back and upstairs beaming Bryn is happy that he is able to take his very sweet and funny friend with him shopping whilst I am at the hospital.
Dropped off with his birthday money and his friend at the local shopping centre I am now sitting here waiting for the appointment; where I am sure that the consultant will be happy with my shoulder injury progress and set me on my way. I hope that that is the last I will see of him – not that I dislike him but that I really would rather not be here feeling like I am wasting time for him when there are other people that need our NHS services more. However I know I have to be compliant and listen to my treatment so that I am able to continue my life as fit and able as I was before I came off my bike. Once I leave here let’s see what life throws at me next……..
My Jones Life 