Wife yesterday. 2 year old has been sick for a couple of days. Took her to the pediatrician Tuesday. No covid. No temp. just can't hold anything down. but nothing life threatening.
Wife (around 4:00 PM. I get off at 6:00) I'm taking baby to the ER. Just to be sure.
Me : Okay let me know when you check in and which hospital
Her : ER in Plano
Me : Okay. Which one. Text me when you have a room number
Her (around 5:30): Room 27. Can you bring me something to eat?
Me : Of course. What do you want? And which Hospital?
Her: Sandwich from Panera bread that I like. If it's on the way. If not, McDonalds is fine.
Me: I have no fucking idea if there is a Panera on the way, because I have idea what fucking hospital you are at. Can you maybe tell me what fucking hospital in Plano you're at?
Her: Im at the one our freaking kid was born at. Go there!!!
Me: The Presby off 380 in McKinney?
Her: yeah. that one.
Me : Cool. There is a Panera across the street.