Novel and real life

From my WIP, tentatively called A Hand at Edges

She heard him talk quietly. Fever. Tylenol. No, probably not the ER. I’ll make a spot to see him tomorrow morning. Yes, good night, I hope he feels better quickly.
He flopped back down on the pillow, managing to do it quietly. The only light was from the screen on his cell phone and that was dim, but he could see that she was awake.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m aware that this is how things are going to be, it’s ok. You’re a pediatrician and from what I can tell, no child has ever gotten sick at 2 in the afternoon on a weekday.”
He laughed. “No, they save it for nights and weekends. I should have taken the call in the office, though.”

From real life: call from Perry at 10:12PM wanting to talk about how bad his mouth and throat were and completely oblivious to the fact that Friday evening is not the time to decide he needs to see an ENT now. It's not ER level, and he thinks it might be getting better, but he's so miserable (and he'll be in Sacramento next weekend, UGH), he wanted to get in today. Hello, child? Did I mention he's 90 miles away, in an area with a shitty hospital system, where we know nothing about providers etc? Anyhow, I had him make an appointment with his PCP here, and he'll see her on Tuesday, which is the earliest he can make it down. Did I mention that dh and I are away for the weekend? Also, my kids think I'm a physician. I am not.