Hi, there! I'm at Amy's house (she's waving). We've sent Trudy on her way west to visit the Imperial Compound and Secret World Domination Headquarters (tm). I've also driven Amy to the doctor, who got to tell her that's she's probably torn the meniscus in her left knee after catching her shoe on some sub-standard paving at the beautiful main library. She's sitting on her bouncy chair with a knee brace and feeling bizarrely proud of herself. As the doctor said, "You're a 40-year-old babe with an atheletic injury. That's cool."
Said doctor was a great deal of fun. He had to have her move around, and the lower tie on the gown wasn't done up. He leaned over and said, "Let me tie you up." See sudden thoughtful pause in the room. Amy finally says, "But I hardly know you." Doc sighs in relief and says, "As soon as I said that, I knew I was in trouble. I was just waiting to see how you'd react." Me: "Will that cost extra? I knew this place was a front." Then the two of them bonded over off-road bicycling and having college-age children.
In return for merely doing my sisterly duty of driving her to the doctor, I'm getting a kick-ass dinner out of the whole thing. Hey, I'm just glad that this medical visit isn't one I have to pay for. She plans to thank her trainer for all the hell-work she's been put through, because the new muscle strength kept the fall from being worse, kept the injury down, and makes it easier for her to maneuver on one leg. Darn those physical trainers and knowing what they're doing.
Now she needs to show me now to fall correctly.