As fast as it comes it is gone.
Christmas, the one day a year that those who believe stop and chill with their loved ones.
At least that's the way it is suppose to go, but this year we had a little kink in the plan.
Poor Chuck came down sick Christmas Eve.
He went downhill fast.
I got Chuck in the car and off we went.
It was a little after 2pm when we got there.
No parking spaces in the lot, this is not a good sign.
Entering into to waiting room, I am thinking oh no!
Wall to wall coughing people.
This whole "clinic" idea was my idea because the flu is really rampant here in Oklahoma, but had no idea how busy this place would be.
We get checked in and papers filled out and now we wait.
Little by little the waiting room starts to clear a bit.
Finally about 4 pm he gets to go back to a room.
He emerges about 4:30.
Bad respiratory infection.
We have a prescription for a z pack.
Back home I get Chuck all tucked in and I make my way to pick up mom and dad.
Wrapping paper and boxes are flying as the little ones dive into their presents.