We're not a patient people. As of this afternoon, Bob still hadn't been transferred to our hospital of choice for inpatient chemo because there was no room at the inn.
So, we're going to an inn in da hood. It ain't purdy. There's no wifi. No bed for me to stay with him, but they have the chemo he needs and they have a bed.
I'll need to get my .38 out of the safe. We're watching a little Judge Judy to prep ourselves before the ambulance is ready to transport him.
We don't have patience, but we're tenacious fuckers. And we roll fully strapped.