Boys Will be Boys

I get woken up by my Mobile phone ringing at 4 AM this morning.
Now most people would be somewhat worried getting a phone call at that time of the morning, I am used to it as it is often our security company ringing to tell me our workshop alarm has gone off, (to which I respond, I'll fix it in the morning) or my ex, drunk, saying "Wotcha doin? Baby"(to which I respond, sleeping).

However this morning it was the call every mother dreads, "Hi , Ms Enigma, this is Mikey, there has been an accident ,Little Man is in the hospital".

I have a tendency to become super calm in the middle of a situation like this, so I just said "What happened? And how bad is it?"

The upshot is that he got plastered with his friends, tripped over going into the apartment building, and smashed through the plate glass door, cracking his head open on the concrete.

So Mikey puts LM on ,
"Mum" he says, "I've got a really bad headache." "You're a bloody idiot" , I say, in true loving mother fashion.
"I'll come to the hospital " I continue, "No, No ", he says, "They are stapling my head up, and I,ll be home in a minute."

So I get a nurse on the phone, see what the damage is, make myself a cup of tea and calmly wait for the immanent arrival of LM.

LM arrives about an hour later, totally drunk, covered in blood, with 5 staples in his head.
Now LM doesn't get drunk like this very often, which is a good thing, as I mentioned in another post , he is over 6 foot, very muscly, and when hes drunk he is a bit difficult to control.

So he comes in yelling at the top of his lungs, "Ive got metal in my head" over and over.
I,m trying to get him settled on the lounge, check the damage, mop up the blood, and give him some tablets, hes flailing around, yelling about the metal in his head.

I end up saying" Oh for Gods sake, shut up and lie down, and let me fix you up"

He subsides onto the lounge, I clean up the blood, and as I'm bending over him, I get the strangest feeling, my blood starts pounding in my ears, I think I'm going to throw up, and everything starts going dim ,"Oh God, I'm going to faint",I say.

LM starts yelling again, "Mum its not that bad, I'm O.K, don't be upset"

I rush to the bathroom, throw up, and sit with my head between my legs until its passes.
A shock delayed reaction I think.

So I come back, sit on the lounge and cradle my Little Mans head in my lap, and soothe him to sleep.

I don't talk about my son much, but he is the love of my life.
I raised him on my own from when he was 6 months old, and for a long time there was only him and I.
He was my only reason for living for a long time, and if something happened to him, I really don't know if I would survive it.

He is not just my son, but one of the finest human beings I have ever known, and I am blessed to have him in my life, as my family and friend.