So I was visiting my parents this weekend with Bear while Michael stayed home to work & go to class on Saturday. Everything was great and we were having blast. Sunday morning after breakfast I get a phone call from an umber I don't know but I do know the area code & figure it is Michael. It is. He calls to tell me to meet him at the ER at home because he just broke his foot while riding his dirt bike!
I have told him 1,000 times to dress appropriately & slow down. At 33 he is no spring chicken & has a terrible back due to tons of accidents in his earlier, more careless days.
Anyhow, Bear & I rush home to spend 2 hours in the ER. Today, we go to our primary doctor and spend 1 hour there then 6 more in the ER at UCLA waiting for new xrays & a cat scan. Turns out he needs surgery but it can't be done til the swelling goes down. I'm annoyed he didn't listen to begin with but now he is in pain & prmises to be carful & act appropriately.
Let's hope right?