Perambulations

It’s no secret that I’ve been in an ambulance or three. There’s an old episode of Home Improvement where Tim takes his son to the ER, and they bring him a cup of coffee in a mug with his name on it. I have a tendency to accumulate bizarre afflictions that turn out normal after awhile, but start out serious. So I can relate to that episode. If I cough or stumble, Mike likes to joke that we haven’t been to the hospital in a while.

Tonight, while out walking, an ambulance with sirens and flashers on passed me and stopped at a house down the street.

Feeling cute, I whipped out my cell phone and sent a text to my husband:

I didn’t know ambulances went to other homes on our street.

He wrote back:

Are you sure they aren’t just following you?

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