Got my appointment... that's the good news.
The bad news is that I was chicken for too long and there were no more appointments left on the 28th. In fact in this college town there are no appointments on Fridays or Saturdays left until December.
And so I made one for the following Tuesday (a week from today - GULP!) not totally thinking through that the very next morning I will have a very sore ankle with a bandage on it... and be at The Boy's music class where the potential for it being hit by a random percussion instrument is very high.
And Inquisitive Super Judgmental Mommy will want to know, "What happened to your ankle?"
Can I bring in his artwork that I laminated for him to use as a placemat in my defense?
Or should I just show her the invisible tattoo on my ass?