Don't you just hate it when...

So the phone rings at 5:00am. I hate it when the phone rings an hour before the alarm clock hoes off. It's her and she is in near hysteria because she doesn't have a car and doesn't know how she's getting to her dr. appointment. She hasn't had a car for almost three years AND yesterday we talked about the plan for her appointment. So I tell her her appointment isn't for 5 1/2 hours - that it's 5am and re explain how she's getting to it. She's not listening - just repeating the car thing and edging herself closer to hysteria. Finally I tell her again that it's 5am and that she needs to go back to bed and I hang up. Hubby who could hear her rant says "urinary track infection?" I say "probably". He goes back to sleep - I get up and start the coffee. What amazes me is how she made it to the phone and managed to dial my number - two things she has need total assist with for over two months now.