Mom: I got Amber to cover for me for a couple of hours on Monday. Me: Why do you need Amber to cover for you? Mom: So I can go to your doctor appointment with you. Me: Why? Mom: *Sigh* Because you asked me to. Me: I did? Mom: *Sigh* You don't remember? Me: Ummmmm.....No. Mom: So, I went through all of this trouble and now I don't need to go? Me: I don't know. Why did I want you to go with me? Mom: You don't remember this conversation? Me: Ummmmmm....No. Was it recently? Mom: Last week. Me: Ok. Why did I want you to go to the doctor with me? Mom: *Sigh* You really don't remember this conversation? Me: No, I don't. I'm not making it up. I'm in a flare...I don't remember much of anything. Mom: So do you want me to go? Me: I don't know. Why did I want you to go? Mom: (Agitated) Because you're sick of going from one specialist to another and....yada, yada, yada. Me: Oh. Well, that sounds like a good reason. Yeah, why don't you come with me so you can help me keep it all straight. Mom: *Sigh* Ok. Well, I'm going to call you tomorrow on my way to my nail appointment around 2:30. Write it down. Me: Write down that you're going to call me? Mom: Yeah. So you don't forget. Me: Ok. What time are you calling again?