Once again I am back here trying to figure out WTF is going on with my son. He had a weekend “Home” except I only say him for about 20 minutes when he changed clothes on Sunday afternoon. He took off after school on Friday and was going to hang out with a few of his friends. He hung out with some friends on Friday night. He returned on Saturday to get $7 to go to the drive-in and then disappeared. I didn’t see him again until Sunday afternoon when he changed cloths and went right back out again.
Again this is not really a problem. He was “checking in” and told some good stories about where he was going to be. Accept that it was a total lie – but once again I am getting ahead of myself.
Sunday night came around and he called and said he was in another town and asked to stay the night. He had a ride to school in the morning. OK, I am lazy and don’t want to get dressed and drive around for hours trying to find him and pick him up. He is so “directionally challenged” that he could not give a Titan directions on how to get out of a paper bag. So I acquiesced to his request and was planning to go to be.
The door opens and he comes rolling in. He says hi, but goes directly to his room, even when I directly asked him to come down and talk for a minute. This is a huge indicator that he was under the influence. Which I pretty much assumed when he called about staying the night [Sunday], but began to doubt when he came home.
Well this is the same night that El Chupacobra ended up hanging from his heals by a cable attached to my roof. Needless to say my wonderful loving wife and I were already a little busy. So in waltz my son. I wanted to talk to him and thought the story about Mr. Chupacobra would be a great thing to impart. He didn’t want to talk he disappeared into his room and closed the door. OK so he was on a weekend long bender!
Not but 10 minute passed and my beautiful wife and I are discussing the probability that my son is drunk or high or whatever and he comes back down to the living room to talk about the hanged man, but here he is in just his boxer shorts. Mouse out of the house – you know what I mean!
Well, we concluded that he was pretty messed up. He adamantly denied taking anything that would impair his judgment and stormed off to bed. He does make a nice show of being insulted when he is accused of something. He is generally SO guilty that its funny, but the act tends to make you doubt yourself. So off to bed he went and the evening finally quieted down.
So Monday just after noon, we get a call from the school. This is nearly ritual as my son is constantly calling to come home and dodge school. If it’s not for a pooping break it’s because he is going to throw up. If it’s not for health reasons he can dream up ten million other stupid accuses. This call was very interesting.
He told me that he had a burn on his arm and it didn’t look too good. I asked for more information and was told this story: “On Saturday night [you remember he got money to go to the drive-in] he was at a bon-fire and SOMEHOW he got stabbed with a poker stick from the fire.”
I asked, “So you have a burn and a puncture wound?”
“Yes, and it does not look good.” he said.
I then asked, “Well tell me about it.” I was asking about the wound, but he thought I wanted to know about the accident [all in due time].
“Some kid was screwing around and I got stabbed with the fire poking stick. It was just an acedent.”
“Oh, I meant tell me about the burn-wound.”
“Its really nasty. Its black in the center of both burns and pretty deep. I tried to wash it out but it looks bad.” He told me with this ‘it happens to everybody’ kind of tone. And of course he wanted to come home.
At this point I was trying hard not to both chew his ass out or laugh mine off. Here he has been running around for 48 hours with a “blackened” burn and puncture wound, and only now does it come up. He never even mentioned a wound till this point. I figured that either he was so smashed that only now is it starting to hurt OR he was just using it to get to come home. Turns out it was all of the first and none of the later.
Well I am at class and my loving and wonderful wife, who is a nurse, get to see the wound. She immediately puts him in the car and takes him to urgent care. When she let me know what the plan was I was a little freaked. At any rate the doctor says that both burns are close to 3rd degree in the center, but because he has feeling throughout most of the wound they will call it a 2nd degree burn. He is given cleaning and maintenance instructions and sent home.
So life goes on. My son goes off to school today and wouldn’t you know it he calls just a little after noon and says that the burn is turning green and a red line is going up his arm. We are to rush over and take him straight to the doctor. Again, dad the hard-ass, says sit in your classes and we will deal with it later.
The truth is he has missed so many days of school this year that we are in danger of being called to court to account for his absences. I am not in the slightest sympathetic to his “just after noon” calls to get out of school.
I am now back at school. I had to take El Chupacobra to work so I came straight here and was going to study. On the way I called the house three times to try and talk with my son. He finally calls me at 4:45 and asks where I am and why I am not at home to take him to the doctor. Again, how problematic can these wounds be [as there are indeed two distinct burns/punctures] that he spends 1 ¾ hours after school doing God know what before he wants to go to the doctor?
I told him we will look at it tonight and he could go into the doctor tomorrow.
I further asked him to explain how it happened. I got very vague answers about an accident with someone swinging a stick. Interestingly enough I ran into the host of this little bon-fire and he has exactly the same burn. I mean to say that he has it in exactly the same spot and it’s the same shape. To me this says it was self inflicted!!!!!!! You decide.
Well I asked him how it happened to the host and he screamed at me it was an accident and hung up the phone. When I asked the host about it he told me he didn’t remember anything. His memory was really bad and he had no idea what happened.
BULL SHIT – SIX FEET DEEP – BULL SHIT!
How blazed do you have to be in self-inflict a pair of nasty burns?
This is why I am always so crazy!
Again this is not really a problem. He was “checking in” and told some good stories about where he was going to be. Accept that it was a total lie – but once again I am getting ahead of myself.
Sunday night came around and he called and said he was in another town and asked to stay the night. He had a ride to school in the morning. OK, I am lazy and don’t want to get dressed and drive around for hours trying to find him and pick him up. He is so “directionally challenged” that he could not give a Titan directions on how to get out of a paper bag. So I acquiesced to his request and was planning to go to be.
The door opens and he comes rolling in. He says hi, but goes directly to his room, even when I directly asked him to come down and talk for a minute. This is a huge indicator that he was under the influence. Which I pretty much assumed when he called about staying the night [Sunday], but began to doubt when he came home.
Well this is the same night that El Chupacobra ended up hanging from his heals by a cable attached to my roof. Needless to say my wonderful loving wife and I were already a little busy. So in waltz my son. I wanted to talk to him and thought the story about Mr. Chupacobra would be a great thing to impart. He didn’t want to talk he disappeared into his room and closed the door. OK so he was on a weekend long bender!
Not but 10 minute passed and my beautiful wife and I are discussing the probability that my son is drunk or high or whatever and he comes back down to the living room to talk about the hanged man, but here he is in just his boxer shorts. Mouse out of the house – you know what I mean!
Well, we concluded that he was pretty messed up. He adamantly denied taking anything that would impair his judgment and stormed off to bed. He does make a nice show of being insulted when he is accused of something. He is generally SO guilty that its funny, but the act tends to make you doubt yourself. So off to bed he went and the evening finally quieted down.
So Monday just after noon, we get a call from the school. This is nearly ritual as my son is constantly calling to come home and dodge school. If it’s not for a pooping break it’s because he is going to throw up. If it’s not for health reasons he can dream up ten million other stupid accuses. This call was very interesting.
He told me that he had a burn on his arm and it didn’t look too good. I asked for more information and was told this story: “On Saturday night [you remember he got money to go to the drive-in] he was at a bon-fire and SOMEHOW he got stabbed with a poker stick from the fire.”
I asked, “So you have a burn and a puncture wound?”
“Yes, and it does not look good.” he said.
I then asked, “Well tell me about it.” I was asking about the wound, but he thought I wanted to know about the accident [all in due time].
“Some kid was screwing around and I got stabbed with the fire poking stick. It was just an acedent.”
“Oh, I meant tell me about the burn-wound.”
“Its really nasty. Its black in the center of both burns and pretty deep. I tried to wash it out but it looks bad.” He told me with this ‘it happens to everybody’ kind of tone. And of course he wanted to come home.
At this point I was trying hard not to both chew his ass out or laugh mine off. Here he has been running around for 48 hours with a “blackened” burn and puncture wound, and only now does it come up. He never even mentioned a wound till this point. I figured that either he was so smashed that only now is it starting to hurt OR he was just using it to get to come home. Turns out it was all of the first and none of the later.
Well I am at class and my loving and wonderful wife, who is a nurse, get to see the wound. She immediately puts him in the car and takes him to urgent care. When she let me know what the plan was I was a little freaked. At any rate the doctor says that both burns are close to 3rd degree in the center, but because he has feeling throughout most of the wound they will call it a 2nd degree burn. He is given cleaning and maintenance instructions and sent home.
So life goes on. My son goes off to school today and wouldn’t you know it he calls just a little after noon and says that the burn is turning green and a red line is going up his arm. We are to rush over and take him straight to the doctor. Again, dad the hard-ass, says sit in your classes and we will deal with it later.
The truth is he has missed so many days of school this year that we are in danger of being called to court to account for his absences. I am not in the slightest sympathetic to his “just after noon” calls to get out of school.
I am now back at school. I had to take El Chupacobra to work so I came straight here and was going to study. On the way I called the house three times to try and talk with my son. He finally calls me at 4:45 and asks where I am and why I am not at home to take him to the doctor. Again, how problematic can these wounds be [as there are indeed two distinct burns/punctures] that he spends 1 ¾ hours after school doing God know what before he wants to go to the doctor?
I told him we will look at it tonight and he could go into the doctor tomorrow.
I further asked him to explain how it happened. I got very vague answers about an accident with someone swinging a stick. Interestingly enough I ran into the host of this little bon-fire and he has exactly the same burn. I mean to say that he has it in exactly the same spot and it’s the same shape. To me this says it was self inflicted!!!!!!! You decide.
Well I asked him how it happened to the host and he screamed at me it was an accident and hung up the phone. When I asked the host about it he told me he didn’t remember anything. His memory was really bad and he had no idea what happened.
BULL SHIT – SIX FEET DEEP – BULL SHIT!
How blazed do you have to be in self-inflict a pair of nasty burns?
This is why I am always so crazy!
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