Magic of the TENS unit and the initiative of youth

Spent the morning doing my usual mind-bending task of pretending I was interested in what I am doing for the New Zealand job. I am going to have to make a decision pretty soon as to whether or not I want to carry on with it. The pay is poor, the subject matter is deathly dull, but it is work and it can be done when I want it. Hard to decide sometimes if the pay off is worth the effort – especially as it leaves me emotionally and intellectually drained.
 
Drained enough, for example, to agree to paying Ottawacker Jr. and his friend Wyatt to do some gardening. There was the knock on the office door and in came a little head with the usual words of warning: “Dad, I was just wondering…”
 
Ten minutes later, they had finished what I had calculated would take them most of the day, been paid, and headed off to Tim Hortons for an iced fro-cho-latte with extra sprinkles. I admire the resilience and the initiative. Frankly, I am jealous. Then I saw the photo Ottawacker Jr. had taken of me at breakfast in the garden…
 
1pm came around and off I went to my physio., which went really well. Out came the TENS unit and the ultrasound and the massage gel (even if I inadvertently flinched when I heard the click of the latex glove being pulled on – some visits to hermetically sealed rooms leave a lasting impression) – and 45 minutes later I came out feeling like a new man. And not in that way. Seriously though, it was the best treatment I have ever had and I can’t wait to see if it lasts. He also varied my exercises in function of what was going on last time. Maybe now I will be able to catch the little bugger and mete out justice for the photo.
 
Took Ottawacker Jr. to his goalkeeping practice. Trusted Mrs. Ottawacker to pick him up at the right field this time. She did.