The next day she has a very special appointment

Time hardly seemed to pass before the incessant ring of her phone woke Amanda. At first she couldn't figure out what it was as her head pounded, accompanied by an equally painful throbbing between her legs.

"'lo?" she grunted reluctantly into the phone when the ringing refused to stop.

"Mandy!" a horribly chipper voice cried out. "It's Meg!"

"Meg?" Amanda frowned, unable to remember her own name much less anyone else's. Still, manners were manners, so she asked, "What's up?"

"God you sound awful. I hope it won't stop you from going to the appointment today."

"Appointment?" she repeated dully, eyes starting to close.

Meg laughed, her high-pitched voice becoming an unbearable series of hiccupy sounds Amanda could only have reproduced if she was thoroughly stoned and sucking on helium.

"Oh silly, you forgot didn't you? I knew you would, that's why I'm calling. If you don't get up and go I'll come over and drag you out of bed. And I might just bring a trumpet to scare the bejeezus out of you."

Amanda winced, remembering now. 'That Meg.'

"I'm up," she grudgingly sat up, her petulance shining through in her voice. Meg just giggled. "What's the appointment, and when?"