My phone buzzes on silent against my waist during rounds. As it would be rude to whip my phone out while the attending is talking, I wait for a more opportune moment. It's my dad and his a-fib has been acting up. It's not bad but it's been persistent and resistant to his usual dose of medication. I quickly text back what to do and to let me know how it works.
A bit later he texts, "it has subsided."
I respond, somewhat tongue in cheek, somewhat seriously, "how is it having concierge medicine?"
My dad responds, "Excellent!"