"Go get it!" I said to Susanne, pointing to Charlie’s medical chart that was placed outside the exam room by one of the nurses.
Over time we have learned that the chart gets placed in the slot as we are taken to the room and then approximately six minutes later, a nurse returns with a post-it note with Charlie’s A1c written on it, and tucks it into the thick folder.
"Go get it!" I nudged her forward.
"No. I’m scared," she said with a nervous smile.
"Fine, I’ll do it!" I said, marching to the doorway and looking both ways to see if the coast was clear.
I snagged the folder, dashed back into the room, opened and then closed it quickly and put it back.
