Glad we hurried

We drove almost 15 miles. A little less than 25 minutes. At 5 o’clock in the morning. In a torrential downpour.

For a grown man with abdominal pain for about 8 hours.

Because he’s lactose intolerant.

And ate a Wendy’s Frosty for dessert.

Then we took him to the hospital.

And his wife followed all the way in her car.

With her emergency flashers on.

Sigh.

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