Funny how people who say they don’t believe in praying often resort to it when things turn to shit.

I had to rush my 23-week-pregnant wife to hospital early yesterday morning.
She’d been violently ill during the night and had severe stomach cramps.

She’s OK.

The doctors don’t think it had any adverse affect on the baby.

The doctors also don’t really have any idea what was wrong with D-Missus.

Stomach bug, food poisoning, Listeria, liver, kidneys, appendix, who knows…? They don’t. All those tests didn’t seem to reveal anything out of the ordinary.

I’m just thankful things didn’t turn out Otherwise.

Thank God.
Or something.

Fuck

I

Was

Shitting