"You're mad at me, aren't you?" No. I'm not mad. I'm f*cking furious. First, you tell me "get up early and call me around six. I'll wait for you and we'll walk after your x-rays" and now, not only did you not wait for me, but you're calling me a liar? F*ck. This. I've gotten six hours of sleep in the last three days and I don't appreciate having to stay up all night...only to have you go "oh, it's six thirty, I'm already on my walk and I don't have time to take you for your x-ray. It's not my fault. I told you to call early. Stop getting mad at me, I thought you didn't want to go." If there's one thing I hate, it's being called a liar. I know what you told me. I even had several discussions at length with mum about it. You know I like to go on walks in the morning and that I was ordered, by the doctor, to get that x-ray. I don't have a choice. I need to go. If anyone's backing out, it's you. Don't bs me just cuz you got caught.