So I'm going to ortho later this week. Only because I told my awesome nurse the story about running into him in the elevator. She then called their office and told me either I could choose the time or she would.
Harumph! Outmaneuvered! I admitted defeat and scheduled my own damn appointment, thankyouverymuch.
Not the first time she's made appointments for me...last time she was worried enough to schedule an appointment, I ended up having pneumonia. I'm just not good at figuring out when I need to get things looked at.
Still no word on Mom's biopsy. :(