Head Gash

I jumped out of my bed at 7:30 am and went downstairs to witness my laptop still struggling to import iTunes work successfully. Oh the hours I've spent watching iTunes move music around at the speed of snails. 

I set off to the cinema on this grey cloudy, but yet still hot day. I was looking forward to watching The Worlds End and on the journey I felt that pang of freedom which I was once again grateful of, tinged with a duality of sadness at being single for good. 

I let the darkness of the cinema encase me with its delights and I chuckled to myself throughout the film. 

I then walked the lonely walk alone back to my van whereupon I drove listening to my podcasts which act as company I guess sometimes. A stop at Asda bought me my large pizza for lunch and I headed home. 

I ate my dinner and continued my battle with the ITunes debacle and then my phone rang. It was my ex wife, and by way of a shit hands free car kit she statically told me she was taking my son to the hospital. I confirmed that she was taking him to Halifax (where he was born 5 years before and where I had stayed awake with him over 30 hours when he'd been in overnight with an asthma problem) and then I'd heard enough to just say 'I'm on my way'. 

THIS is the reason I gave up drinking alcohol. The phone call at any-O-clock to say my son needs me urgently. I would've been pissed no doubt had I not quit over two years ago. So I jumped calmly in the van and concentrated reaching him ASAP without dying myself in a car wreck as I drove with my mind full of different blood covered or limb lost images of my son wrapped around his bicycle or something. 

When I reached him an hour later he was holding a paper square against his forehead where he had gashed it when falling on the toilet as he jumped unsuccessfully over an extension wire. 

He came and sat on my knee and my ex said "I'm glad you came" (because she thought he was to have proper stitches in his head- but it turned out to be just tape). 

I was there for him (for both of them I guess) and I did my job. 

I drove home happy at myself. 

I watched The Wonder Years and Breaking Bad to enjoy the end of my weekend. 

A new week starts once again tomorrow. ...and who knows what will happen in it?