Thursday, May 13, 2010
For those of you that don't know, my oldest son was the pedestrian victim of a hit and run last October. The link explaining what happened then is here.
Today he was to go shopping with my youngest daughter for another son's birthday. He texts her and says that he can't go because he's in the hospital waiting for an operating room to open up because he has to have surgery on his leg, the same leg that was re-built last fall. Then he tells her "don't tell mom."
Daughter freaks and begins banging on my door while I'm blow drying my hair. I open the door to a shaking daughter blurting out what she just read in the text.
So, he texted his sister to cancel a shopping trip.
He put her in the bad situation of giving her information and telling her not to tell me.
He didn't text his mom to say "Mom, don't worry but......."
He didn't text my husband to say "Dad, don't worry but......." But he can cancel a SHOPPING trip?
He doesn't answer any of our calls.
My son-in-law goes to the hospital to find out what's going on. Turns out one of the bolts in his leg somehow came apart. How? Well I have my suspicions.
I just got a text that says "surgery tomorrow. no weight on it for three months. haha"
"Ha-FREAKING-ha?" WTH? Surgery=serious. Cast=not so bad. It's not a cast. Six weeks=not so bad. Three months=serious.
Anger doesn't begin to cover how I feel right now. I also realize that the anger is masking the hurt.
I'm not sure I realized when my kids were precious, cute toddlers that being a parent never ends. Oh I knew that I'd always be a mom. I guess I meant that the worry never stops, the wanting to protect never stops and the wanting to be there never stops. At least for the parent.
I'm torn between wanting to go up there and be with him, going up there and slapping him, or taking a deep breath and a Xanex.
By the way, the man that hit my son and left him like a dead deer on the side of the road was arrested. He was charged with the maximum that he could be charged with.