Since Friday I have been suffering from a sore belly which I believe to be caused by constipation, something I rarely suffer from, so I didn’t ignore it bit thought it would just sort itself out so to speak. Through Saturday I knew there was stuff going obviously but nothing coming out and the soreness in my tummy was still there. By Sunday it was so concerning that I was drinking water (not a lot compared to Jamie) but a lot more than I would normally drink and I had stopped drinking alcohol hoping that would help to (it certainly couldn’t harm!) and I drank a Fibrogel in the afternoon which meant I was now concerned.

I never want to Google conditions because it always tells you worse case scenarios which I did not need to see, I was already playing the “Is this temporary or permanent” game in my head so any more anxiety inducing possibilities would not help me!

My predicament reminded me of the Macc Lads lyric Got to be Gordon’s even though I am not gay…

‘Help me doctor, my bum’s in pain.’
‘Get down Kwok Lai’s for a 45, eight tandooris and a chicken pie,
Ten pints of Guinness and a vindaloo, box of All Bran and a bowl of prunes
Dash to the bog and lock the door-
Then you’ll know what your arsehole’s for.’

Yesterday I began taking laxatives in the hope that they would help relieve my burden, well as I crawled into bed there were signs of movement but nothing bigger than a rose bud lol so fingers crossed for tomorrow.

Did you hear about the constipated mathematician, he worked it out with a pencil.

The highlight of my Saturday was Lincoln wanting to play darts with me, we played round the board he just had to hit 1 to 20 and finish on the bull I had to hit double 1 to 20 and also finish on the bull. It evened the plating field and meant he had a chance to win and bloody well did which was annoying lol only joking it was brilliant.

Something I dreamed about was playing darts with Lincoln but it never really gripped his interest but he seemed keen tonight and later I heard him practicing in his bedroom

Another trip to Macc meant another long day, but because there was no league games on I got to play a frames of pool, and, although on my own, it was good practice. Supporting your children in following their dreams is important and there are worse ways of doing this than going to the pub for a couple of hours but I’ll take it…for now.

Reagan had her first GCSE exam today it was a French speaking exam which I know she was confident at but the nerves kicked in and she had a panic attack.

She got through the attack and the exam with help from teachers and Mom who talked her down and calmed her down

Not sure the next few weeks are going to be easy but I am sure she’ll be fine, no matter what, she just needs to breathe…..

There was a point in my life when I believed being a father was not something I wanted or needed but things changed and left me feeling what was the point of all this if I don’t leave something behind?

Sixteen years ago today Jamie was over due fed up and really wondering if we were going become parents.

Yes you read that right 16 years…

Tomorrow we will have 16 year old daughter “Where has that time gone?”