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Under the weather today, though I had to look after the kids solo this afternoon. I only fell asleep once and they survived, so it won't even make the news. Aha, take that the police. Now I'm just naming bands.
When Catie got home I had a bath in the hope it would make me feel better. I really just needed to sleep. I got out of the warm bath and did a wee (because I am too classy to do it in the bath). Part way through my micturition I looked into the bowl and there was a splash of blood. Then I looked at my leg and there was a splash of blood on that too. Where was this blood coming from? It was difficult not to leap to the conclusion that it had come from my nether regions. Obviously having been through what I've been through that was a bit concerning. But I couldn't see any blood down there and the blood wasn't coming out of my nose. Blood is rarely good especially when it's your own.
I was in a bit of a flap and checking myself for holes when I realised the blood was coming not from my little thingy but from my little finger. I'd accidentally sliced it two mornings ago when peeling an apple for my son. It had been a nasty little nip, where I'd peeled a flap of finger skin, letting me see the process from the apple's perspective. It hurt quite a bit and bled for a while, but I'd had it wrapped up in a Peppa Pig plaster and I thought it had healed. But the warm bath water had opened it back up again and made me bleed my own blood. As with the last couple of cuts the blood didn't come for a couple of minutes, like it hoped that if it dragged its feet it might get away with not having to do its job. But once it realised the boss was watching it did a good day's work.
So it was a relief to not be bleeding from my Herring's Eye or from my actual eye or from some unknown hole, but a horrible 10 seconds of thinking my life might be over. I'd been reading a book about TB and so aware of the bad news that spots of blood can bring but generally speaking I like to keep my own blood on the inside. I'm happy to ejaculate some fluids from my body, though ejaculate is a bit of a strong word for any of that now. I am lucky if any bodily liquid does anything more than fall out or wherever it's supposed to come from. Getting old sucks... your fluids back into you so it's tricky for them to get out with any element of surprise.
I went to actual bed before the kids today and slept for eleven hours. This bug has taken it out of me, but I was already on the ropes. Thank God we have a holiday coming up. Oh no, wait, a holiday as a parent is much more work than actual work. Goddammit.
