Where'd the Sun Go?

If I am up, the sun should be too. Right? I've been awake for over an hour now, brain running circles in its hamster wheel. Smell that? It's the smoke curling out my ears from all that activity. I finally gave in and got up.

Some mornings are like that - I know I can sleep a little longer, but I also know I have to be up at a certain time, so I wake hours early and can't get back to sleep. Never mind that I didn't get to bed until one-o'clock this morning - pesky brain won't let me be.

I have a doctor's appointment this morning. I'm not worried about it or anything - I know she's going to chastise me for not keeping track of my blood sugars, being slack about taking my dang medication, and being overweight. She won't be able to gripe about blood pressure - almost always perfect, unless I am really cheesed off. She'll mention the cholesterol medication again, and I'll refuse it again, and she may fire me as a patient because of it. She really wants me to take it, I really don't want me to take it. I'm already on three medications that affect liver function. Do I really need a fourth? What I really need is to lose weight. Why can't doctors prescribe personal trainers instead of drugs? Wouldn't we all be better off?

I was hoping T would be home to watch the Evil Genius while I went to the doc. He was going to be, but ended up going with our roommate J to help out with a job. Sigh. He forgot, when he told J he'd go, that he'd promised to watch Bird so I could have one kid-free appointment this decade. Oh, well. This was the crux of what kept me awake when I really wanted to hit my internal snooze button. Were it just me going, I could roll out of bed twenty minutes before the appointment, get dressed, and go. Bird complicates things. I have to get him up and dressed, throw some cereal into a baggie, fill a cup with milk, and get Bird and his breakfast into the car at least forty-five minutes before my appointment. I hate waking him up early - he can be such a grumpus! I wonder where he gets that from?

I will, of course, wait until the very last minute to wake the little guy. He went to sleep late last night, too. This could be an interesting day. I am hoping to assuage any ill will and Evil Genuisery with a promise of a visit to the gym after - he loves the childcare area. I am likewise hoping to assuage any umbrage from the doc. with mention of renewing my gym pilgrimages, despite neck issues and feeling like an arthritic octogenarian after the last two rounds of huff-and-puff.

Meanwhile, I guess I'll watch the sunrise and think longingly of the breakfast I am not allowed to have because I also have labs today, which means fasting until after they drain me take blood. I'll pack an apple or (more likely) a little packet of cookies for after, so I won't fall off the treadmill and embarrass myself. That'd be just my luck.