Waiting at the Doctors with my Roughneck

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Waiting at the Doctors office with my husband is probably one of the worst experiences of my life. Same story every single time. We drive 100 mph to get here an hour early and my husbands a.d.h.d. kicks in (he hasn’t been properly diagnosed but after 7 years I think my diagnosis should be recognized). We are in a long row of connected chairs and he is so impatient his legs shake a million miles an hour.
I’m pretty sure the little old ladies at the end are getting a cheap thrill.

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