I was also a little nervous dropping Kyle off at pre-school today because a majority of those kids are at crotch level and they are always flailing around like fish out of water. Plus, they get a little wound up and excited before school starts. As soon as the school door opens, it is like they get a hit of pure, uncut Columbian sugar and it starts coursing through their little bodies immediately. So I was little defensive and moved slowly and cautiously through the wild child zone ready to deliver a quick karate chop to their little noggins if they came anywhere near my crotch.
Another downside to my vasectomy recovery is that I can't take a painkiller. I have an allergic reaction to them which usually involves me hugging the toilet and heaving my guts out. I decided back in college that swollen nuts and puking were not a good combination so I am only able to take super ibuprofen. They are helping a little bit but not enough to make me forget that my groin looks like it got worked over by a midget with fists of fury.
I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.