“As the father who really loves his kids, knowing that I’d eased her pain meant the world.”
Norah had a wretched ear ache yesterday evening. Tylenol wasn’t working, so I took her to the urgent care. We live in a pretty small rural Oregon town, and the closest urgent care that takes our insurance is about 45 minutes away.
By the time we got there, Norah was tired and swore and moody, only for us to find out the wait was an hour and a half. I felt terribly for her. We put our name on the list, and they said they text us once it was close, so we went and got tacos.
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