if it's not one thing it's your mother...

Physical therapy went well. She says I have healed, but I just haven't built up any strength.
And also I might have to wear an orthopedic insert in my shoes.
Which means no Birks and no Crocs.
I am inconsolable.

And Bean isn't feeling well... hasn't been for awhile, so I made an appointment for Monday. When I told my mom what was going on she (the nurse) freaked out and demanded that I get her in sooner.
And then she wanted to come over and see her...
I said, "Mom, she's in school."
So she insisted that she see Bean on her way home.

Some background:
My mom is a nurse. Her mom is a nurse. I am a nurse's daughter. This means we don't go to the doctor for minor ailments: colds, flu, warts, sprains, bleeding that can be stopped within the hour, etc. When I was a child you had to be on death's door before mom thought doctors were necessary. I remember one time my temperature rose above 103 degrees... mom stripped me and put me in a cool bath and gave me Tylenol. I know that if that hadn't worked she would have taken me in, she wasn't heartless or neglectful. Just practical.
What, after all, is a doctor going to do or say that she didn't already know and wasn't already doing?
Her coolness and efficient nurse practicality is actually comforting to me now.

So when my mom freaks out about symptoms it is scary.
Luckily, The Fabulous Michelle was on hand to remind me that my mom was freaking out and I should not ride on that crazy train with her.

She's having some lab work done today... I am 99.9% sure she's just anemic, which is totally treatable. But the other alternatives are scary. Way scary. WebMD should be ashamed of its self for scaring me like that. Seriously... go to WebMD and type "fatigue" and "bruising" into the search engine.

I know, right?

So I'm going to head home and take care of my Bean and then we're going to have ice cream... and if she's up for it we might even head to Twist.