Dad was also thrilled when Dr. Edwards kept my medications to what I had been prescribed to for years. Dad gave me a high five as we walked out of the psychiatrist's office.
"Now, let's go get us some steak biscuits and a senior coffee for myself!" my father said very excitedly.
He still couldn't believe we got in and out of the doctor's office so quickly. We had set a new precedence. We usually have to wait an hour or more, but they called us back as soon as we sat down in the lobby for a change.
"You have beautiful ginger hair," I told the receptionist and she smiled shyly and blushed.
"Thank you!"
As always, the biscuits were tongue tantalizing. I had finished both my steak biscuits with mustard by the time we were passing Perlis truck stop on the way up the interstate -- about the halfway point to home.
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