Well, my anxiety dreams last night weren't entirely fiction. I got a phone call this morning saying that Dr. G had to go into emergency surgery and that he wouldn't be in the office until 1pm today. They were able to schedule me for a 1:45 appointment. So it's still on, but delayed. I feel like--as my good friend Marnie put it to me--"a nun at a bachelorette party screaming 'Take it off! 'Take it off.'"
My nephew found the chopstick in the middle of the night. There's a good chance he may develop a stutter now.