Buffy's story about her husband's accident reminds me of when WS had an accident, the conversation between us was a lot different.
To set up the scenario; Cop Car and HH were here on vacation and I had taken the time off but WS still had to work. He worked 2nd shift at the time so he and a buddy had gone for the first bike ride of the spring before WS was to go to work. Cop Car, HH and I were in our livingroom talking when the phone rang:
WS: Call work and tell them I won't be in tonight, I laid the bike down and we're taking it back over to Jimmy's house.
Me: Okay. Do you want to join us for dinner (CC, HH and I were going out for dinner later)
WS: Yep, that's fine, I'm too pissed off to work on the bike long anyway.
After hanging up I told Cop Car and HH what had happened.
Cop Car: Is he alright?
Me: I guess so, I assume he would tell me if he needed a doctor or something.
By the looks on their faces, I figured Cop Car and HH must have thought I was the most uncaring and insensitive person alive not to have asked WS if he was okay. I, on the other hand, trust that if there is a reason for concern, that someone will let me know. I mean, look, if Jimmy had been concerned, he would have grabbed the phone and told me that WS needed attention and to come make him go to the hospital - and yes, I have had friends call me before for the express purpose of getting WS to go to minor emergency for an injury (I went and took him in myself).
I called WS's place of employment to let them know he wouldn't be in that night, WS came home with a wicked case of road rash (he had his leathers on so it wasn't as bad as it could have been), and we had a lovely dinner.
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