Minus The Tip

My mother has this terrible habit of sending me really bad news to my work email address. This usually means that I read it at work and then I'm bummed for the rest of the fucking day and I get all caught up in how out of control things can get sometimes and how I just completely lack the ability to do anyfuckingthing about it.

So, I asked her to stop. I felt bad, she didn't even realize what she was doing, really. I couched it appropriately. I told her that I would prefer that we discuss important things over the phone rather than email. She understood. I have no problems being an ear for my mother, she's my favorite. But it's tough to get bad personal news in the middle of a workday, especially in an email where you have almost no sense of where someone's coming from or what their emotional state is like, etc...

I haven't received any bad news emails from her since we talked about it. I thought, ok, good, we've made some progress here. BUT THEN I GOT THIS TO MY PERSONAL EMAIL ADDRESS:

"Well Eric woke up this morning with the tip of his
thumb. However, he'll be going to bed minus that tip.
Yes you read correctly in work he sliced it off with
the slicing machine. He's fine he wanted to save the
tip. Needless to say it's in the trash at the
hospital. He's not in pain right now because his
right thumb is numb. He has pain pills just in case.
Of course when I got the call I never moved so fast
to the car and then it only took me 2 minutes to get
to the hospital. I'm sending this to you and Steve.
Love ya Mom"

I really should have saved this for tomorrow, but I needed to blog it out. So, I'm gonna fucking say it.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???

I hope none of you ever get a "Your Brother Lost A Body Part And We Were At The Hospital All Day, But He's Fine" email.

Unacceptable.