I'm 30 years old and I still need my parents.
Today, I took a half day off work to go to the doctor and my dad willingly drove me to the Urgent Care Clinic about 45 minutes away. 15-20 minutes later, I had a diagnosis (walking pnemonia with an aggravated lung infection), a shot and a bunch of antibiotics.
I'll be sleeping early tonight.
But thank goodness for parents who realize their job isn't done when we turn 18.