My poor chook of a son has been through the ringer lately; first he finds he has an eye condition called ‘keratacoma’ (I call it ‘kerry katona’ though) and needs an operation then that dreaded foe of his – acne – made an unwelcome return.
It is the stress though he has been through. The poor kid needs laser eye surgery and I cannot be there with him for it and now he has to take Acnepril all over again when we all thought he was over that two years ago.
My Mum has promised to be with him at the hospital when he goes in and will look after him when he is discharged but I would much rather it was me doing it. I know he is 22 but he is still my baby and what else are Mums for???
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