TIRED AND SORE

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 :)