The pings kept coming and I was a little concerned.
I was at a recent medical appointment, on the special chair in a, shall we say, vulnerable position.
From the pocket of my jacket came the repeated pings.
“Do you want to check that?” I was asked, politely.
“No, it’s all good,” I said with a bit of false bravado.
A few minutes later, I was headed back to my car, when I see the little red ‘6’ beside the texts icon on my phone.
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