It's Always Something

Decent nights rest hell! Phone rings around 11:30...it is the perfect son:

"Hello"

"You must not have gotten the picture I texted you."

"No. I have been sleeping. What is wrong."

"Wife took a softball to the face. We've been in the ER for hours."

"Oh my gosh. What is going on."

"Face is broke. Sinus on her right side fractured in several places. Will have to have reconstructive surgery after the swelling goes down."

"Holy shit."

"Yea. I have to go to work tomorrow. She may need you."

We hung up and I called his sister to fill her in. Cause right now, I am not the one to be needed. I can barely take care of myself.