West Texas Mama

So, yesterday we were to return to see Dr. Bacon for El Hubbo’s hip.   We made it to the parking lot of the doctor’s office building with minimal arguing.   We got on the elevator with many other people and realized once the door closed that neither one of us remembered which floor Dr. Bacon’s office was on.   El Hubbo was nearer the door, so as it opened on the next floor, he tried to hurriedly read the signs outside to see if we had arrived or not.   I mentioned to El Hubbo that Dr. Bacon had the same name as my OB/GYN.   He didn’t think it humorous when I suggested it would be funny if we showed up at the wrong doctor’s office.   Once we successfully navigated our way to Dr. Bacon’s office and checked in, I sat and studied the room.   Unlike last time it was filled with patients – all of the elderly-persuasion.   I watched them come and go and jockey for position with their walkers and wheelchairs.   El Hubbo asked me what I was thinking as sat with a pensive look on my face.   I t