The assessment for what I need to work on in pool therapy is scheduled for tomorrow morning. Apparently, Dottie talked to the attending or to the resident and found out that I was actually telling the truth. The physical therapy people called this morning to schedule the appointment.
In true Dottie style, she had told them that I wanted the appointment in Madison, which would be an extra 12 miles away. Luckily, I got them to change it to a nearer location. I have no doubt that other things will be incorrect when I get there. C’est la vie when Dottie’s in your life.