phone calls // open to mult.
and-sanity:
Ah, one of the few privileges of living in a small town- the person you called was likely the person you needed. “This is Virgil Estrada, correct?” Alma pursed his lips, looking at the file in front of him. For once, a fairly up to date record. Papers about a broken arm a year ago, but it had been taken care of. Vaccinations were up to date, and Alma was pretty satisfied with the information provided. No harm in checking up on it, of course. “When was the last time you saw a doctor or other medical professional for an exam?” Regardless of Virgil’s answer….Alma knew they’d have to make an appointment soon, if only to check up on the arm, and make sure the prevention tests for a man his age were scheduled in short order. What good would it do if the Sheriff wasn’t healthy himself?
“Yep, speakin’.”
He considered informing the other that there wasn’t anyone else at this address, and thus, the nurse probably wouldn’t reach anyone else here, but... well, that was probably stating the obvious. Besides, the nurse had other, more pressing questions that he... would have thought the clinic would have known the answer to. Were the records that bad?...Ooh, wait, maybe it was more like a skill testing question. He had this.
“Last...summer, I think? S’when I took the kids in.”
Had he gotten a checkup around the same time?... He couldn’t remember. He’d broken his arm a week later, so that probably would’ve counted as being looked at... even if it wasn’t formally a checkup. Although that just seemed to beg the question.
“...What would ya say qualifies as an ‘exam’?”