I got a call from my mom this morning. She calls quite often, sometimes to visit sometimes to vent. She called me one morning not long ago to tell me Will had been in a car accident. I couldn't really understand her. After what felt like forever she calmed down enough to give me the details. Today she wasn't crying which was almost even scarier. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Our conversation went like this..
Mom: Roxanne, we have an emergency
Me: What now?
Mom: Your husband showed up on my doorstep and he's bleeding...BAD!
Me: What? Are you joking?
Mom: No, he had a flat tire and he's bleeding
Me: What? He's in Tucson, are you joking?
Mom: No, he doesn't know I called you
Me: I'm calling him, I'll call you back
Mom: He's going to be mad I called you
Me: I'm glad you called me! He wouldn't have, I'll call you back.
I call Clay. Here is how our conversation went....
(Ring Ring)
Clay: Wife...
Me: Husband, you know my mom is a dork and she was going to call me. What happened?
Clay: Nothing, I was a dork
Me: My mom says your leg was stabbed and you're bleeding everywhere!
Clay: I am but it's OK
Me: What happened?
Clay: I'm going to finish changing the tire, then go to the hospital and get stitches.
Me: You need stitches?!
Clay: Yeah I'm pretty sure
Me: You sure you're OK, I can take off work and come get you.
Clay: No, I'm fine
Me: OK well I love you and I'll see you later
Clay Love you, bye.
I went home for lunch expecting Clay to be home. I couldn't get a hold of him on his cell so I thought he might be home sleeping off all the excitement. I get home, no husband. Try to call him, no answer. Eat my lunch, go back to work. Call my little brother to see if he knows where Clay is. I get a call back saying he went to the hospital got stitches and went back to work. Will did say there was TONS of blood, the knife was real sharp, and Clay didn't even feel it stab him. Way to make a girl feel better!
I get home after work, Clay's laying on the couch. He tells me the story of how he was changing the tire on his G ride and his switch blade knife came open, cut through the pocket of his pants and stabbed him in the calf. He showed me his bloody pants, his bloody socks, his wrapped up leg and said he got 2 or 3 stitches. He showed me his knife, you could tell how far it had gone into his leg. I almost fainted, blood and I are not friends, at all! Doesn't sound too bad in the end but I was worried sick all day. He even told me he wouldn't have called me, he didn't want me to worry. He didn't even take time off to rest. I would have milked it for days. Glad he's OK and he made it home safe and in one piece!! May has bee exciting so far. With the Science Fair coming up, my birthday, mother's day, the end of my final school year working, putting up the swimming pool, and more baby news, we have one heck of a month coming up!
BRING IT ON!
