As some of you know, Victor hasn't worked since the middle of June. As a result he has become a little soft... :)
He and his friend, John, have been looking for work. They found out about a huge patio (concrete) job and offered an estimate last week. The homeowner accepted their bid and the work began yesterday.
I have been working overtime and will be for the next couple weeks while one of my co-workers is visiting family in Japan. I arrived home around 5:30 p.m. and noticed that Victor was not home.
I asked Evan if dad had been home and he stated that he had come home around 3:00 or 3:30 to pick up some stakes and left again. I figured Victor would be gone for a little while longer since it is light outside for a long time.
At about 6:30 Victor comes through the front door; not as quickly as usual. I could barely lift his foot to pass over the threshold and then he walked very slowly across the living room. I thought: "This can't be good. How is he going to work tomorrow?"
Victor took care of a few things; came to the kitchen and told me that he was going to take a shower and take a vicodine. I told him that he should have a piece of bread before he takes the medicine so that he doesn't get sick.
I left to run an errand; when I returned he was in the shower. He came out 10 minutes later and said he didn't feel good. I asked him what he ate. He said that he had some breakfast potatoes in a tortilla. I was not happy: "I told you to eat a piece of bread! Are you trying to make yourself sick?"
He frowned and then returned to the bedroom. I checked on him about 15 minutes later and he was already asleep.
12 hours later at as I was walking out the door Victor was finally waking up to get ready to go back to work. We will have to see how he does today :)