Let me set the stage just a little.
One of my husband’s sisters lives in the same state that we do, but about a three hour drive away from us – and his parents.
His dad had a couple of strokes several months ago.
Two hours ago, this sister called my husband and told him that she had called their dad this morning and that their dad was complaining that he had not slept well because his shoulder and arm were hurting. His sister said that their dad’s voice sounded slurred on the phone. My husband said that he would check on their dad. This was two hours ago.
I don’t know about you, but to me, if someone’s speech is slurred, there could be a problem that maybe you don’t want to wait two hours to check on.
But he had to finish doing what he was doing on the computer. He had to eat breakfast. He had to do whatever. I don’t know.
Oh, he did say a few minutes ago that he hoped his dad was okay.