I know it'll be fine at the new doctor's. I'm sure the pronation and ankle angles and flat footedness is no big deal to anyone. But me. I know this is all part and parcel of a very manageable situation.
So why am I in tears?
Off to Children's Hospital - bound to lift my spirits.
Stayed home. Have a kid who reads and doesn't particularly like tv. Heading back into life completely unarmed and ill-prepared but slugging away because the alternative is unappealing. Stirring it up like I'm on payroll for it :)