Today was extra extra shit.

When I woke up this morning I had more or less conceded defeat to handing my essay on Monday, better to do a good test, and lose 5% in the essay than hand in a crap early essay and do a really shit test.

As it turns out, today I did neither.

I duly emailed my politics lecturer, former editor in chief of The Herald, who is a hardarse for deadlines. I told him (and Im now telling you), that my kid was having a shit time and now hes got asthma and is off school and thats completely fucked my essay prep. I didn't ask for an extension, I just told him it was going to be late and why. He was cool about it. No extensions for domestics situations he can't measure. Whatever I say, my bad for poor prep.

an hour later, Seb calls me " I don't want to alarm you, but since about 9 last night I've had this tightness in my chest and a pain in my left arm... what should I do? "....oh crap......

He happens to work 200 metres from an A&E clinic. I tell him a story about Mums neighbour too busy attending to her housework to attend to her occurring heart attack and she nearly died. This seems effective enough and he goes to the A&E. They promptly do an ECG after he tells them his mum died of a heart attack and then send him to North Shore Hospital in an ambulance.

Of course Im at home with emo asthma kid, and a fuckload of sociology cram happening, because my exams at 4pm. scratch that. We're in the car and going to the hospital. Get to the hospital, and hes in good spirits, they've given him a spray in his mouth which eases the chest pain, lure in his arm, hooked up to heart monitors, bloods taken and bla bla bla. I call Mike, he turns up, we sit there for bloody hours waiting for the next thing to happen. They wheel him off to X-ray. Mikes ex Kathryn has just finished delivering a baby upstairs so she joins up for a coffee, and kindly offers to take Cole off my hands and bring him home to play with Max. Meanwhile my mums picked up Kobi and taken him home with her.

I should back up abit here and say, after Sebs call, I email my lecturer again and say " you won't beleive me but...." he gives me an extension until Wednesday, which is GREAT, but it now means I won't get the weekend off. I check my email in the hospital, and my other lecturer has also given me assurances I can make up for missing the test, which is cool but also sucks a fat one because it means 2 pieces of coursework have been deferred.

So I was at the hospital till just after 6.30 when they moved Seb to a ward where they are monitoring him overnight, I go and pick up Cole, drive to mums to get Kobi and finally get home again at 9pm.

So Sebs in hospital, and hes hungry and bored, and Im at home with no test and no essay done. All in all a retarded effort for the last 12 hours.