Friday, our 11-year-old told us that it was burning him when he peed.
His mother took him to the urgent care doctor to care for this issue.
She texted our 11-year-old's father to let him know that our 11-year-old said that it burned when he peed and she was taking him to the urgent care facility, which would probably mean that he would be missing football practice on Friday.
Father immediately texted our 11-year-old to ask him if he was really sick. Our 11-year-old said yes, he was really sick. Father asked if he was really, really sick. Our 11-year-old said yes, he was going to the urgent care. Father asked if mom was making it up or if our 11-year-old was really having a problem. Our 11-year-old said he was going to the urgent care because he was sick. Father said that he should call him when he was done with the urgent care doctor. Our 11-year-old said that he would.
Mother took our 11-year-old to the urgent care doctor, who told him that he had some bacteria inside of his penis (probably), and that he should take some antibiotics to clear this up. Nothing big to worry about.
Our 11-year-old, knowing that his father was in the middle of coaching a football practice, texted him to say that it was no big deal, and they were getting medicine and then going home. Father called back, almost immediately. "Why didn't you call me?! I told you to call me!!" Our 11-year-old explained that he had texted because he knew that his father was in the middle of the football practice and didn't want to disturb him. Plus, it wasn't really urgent. Father grilled our 11-year-old some more, asking if his mother told him to text rather than call, and our 11-year-old was agitated and perplexed. Father grilled our 11-year-old about coming to football practice. Our 11-year-old reminded his father that he had just gotten out of the urgent care, was dealing with a sickness, and would be late. Father continued to grill our 11-year-old about coming to practice. Eventually, father's new wife got on the phone, asked if our 11-year-old was fine, and when he said yes, they hung up.
Later that day, father said that he would come by mother's house to put a sticker on our 11-year-old's football helmet. Mother said fine. Then, father said no, 11-year-old needed to come over to his house. Mother said that father was welcome to come over to put on a sticker, but we were staying home, especially since our 11-year-old was dealing with an issue that he was taking medication for. Father arrived at mother's house and was met on the front porch by mother and our 11-year-old. Mother remembered that she owed father some money, and stepped inside, literally two steps from the front porch. Father snapped at our 11-year-old. "Come here!" he hissed as he pulled our 11-year-old further away from the door. Mother heard him saying, "Did she make you... ?!" but couldn't hear what he was saying before she came back out on the front porch, at which point, our 11-year-old, continuing to be perplexed and agitated, said, "What are you talking about, dad?" Father, seeing mother's return, stopped the confrontational body language and said, "Never mind." Mother politely said to father, "Go ahead and finish." Father snorted, signalling that he was not going to finish interrogating our 11-year-old about the horribleness of his mother taking him to the urgent care facility when he was sick in front of his mother.
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