It was uncomfortable. He hates it. He wants whoever is kicking his balls to stop, please.
He hates being confined to the couch. He hates the way it feels when he stands or sits up.
The boys don’t understand. They want to see his owies. They can’t. That would scar them for life. We created a new owie. Just for them. He wants my pity. I laugh. Really loud laughs. I do feel an ounce of sympathy for him. But it had to be done. I wasn’t going in for it. His surgery is easy compared to what they would have done to me.
We don’t have enough flexible ice packs. I offered him some frozen veggies. I get a strange look. I laugh. Really loud laughs. Hey, cold is cold, who cares if we have to eat it later.
I might get to sleep in the bed alone tonight. He wants to protect himself. I don't share the bed well. He is afraid of me hitting him. All of a sudden he is pretty protective of his gear. I laugh. Really loud laughs.

Here is a picture of the pretend owie. Band-aids on the side of Jasons belly. Kamden is smarter than that. He gets it.
Kamden questions why this owie on the belly is making daddy walk funny.
“You got more owies down there Daddy?” his inquisitive mind asks.
“Nope, just where my bandaids are”
“Well then let me sit on your lap.”
Its too much to explain to him. Someday.
Thanks for being so brave honey. And mostly, thanks for the entertainment and laughs!!
You'll be back to almost new in a day or so!!





