I studied this morning before my doctor’s appointment. In theory, this is a great idea. In practice, studying before an appointment means my brain is absolutely useless. My focus was zilch. Zero. Nonexistent. I kept checking the time every three minutes, so I wouldn’t be late, which, ironically, is how I ended up wildly early.
I did the math on when we should leave. I was very confident in this math. It turns out that I was so good at it that I arrived 45 minutes early. Naturally, I thought, Perfect, maybe I’ll get in early and be done. No. They needed to take their lunch break first. So there I was, parked in the lobby for 45 minutes, contemplating my life choices.
Important detail: I had not eaten yet today. So I was sitting there hungry, staring into the void, wondering if hunger makes time move slower or if that was just my imagination.
The appointment itself? Five minutes. Five. The same doctor Alexis sees for her medication is her old hockey coach. He remembered me immediately and knew exactly who I was: Lexi’s mom. So I waited nearly an hour, fasted against my will, for a five-minute appointment.
After the quick appointment, we launched into what can only be described as The Lunch Tour of the City. First stop: Taco Bell for Alexis. Then Sonic for Karissa… except Sonic’s card system was down, because of course it was. So we pivoted to Blake’s for Karissa’s lunch instead. Kel had ordered some things for dinner tonight, so we swung by to pick that up too. At this point, we might as well have earned a punch card.
With Tommy having practice today, Alex is going to pick up Kel from work later. Once we finally made it home, I made myself a salad for lunch. I am still hungry, but I can wait until dinner. Maybe tea will trick my stomach into thinking it’s being fed. We’ll see how that goes.
Now I need to try to get back to studying for a bit. My attention span today is toast. Burnt toast. My brain feels like there are 20 tabs open at once, and I have no idea where the music is coming from. And no, I don’t think going fully analog would magically fix my focus issues. That’s just not realistic. If it were, I’d already be living in a cabin with a notebook and somehow still distracted.
Ok, back to studying. I have two solid hours left before I can officially declare the day done and mentally clock out. Everest is here today, and she’s currently outside living her best life with Merlin, running, sniffing, and conducting very serious dog business.
It’s so nice out that I actually got warm wearing a sweater. A sweater. In winter. Which raises several important questions: Is it still winter? Did we skip ahead to a bonus spring preview? Or is this the part where Mother Nature lulls us into a false sense of security before unleashing one last dramatic winter storm just to remind us who’s in charge?
What I do know is this: speculation about the weather will not count as studying, no matter how convincing my brain tries to make it. So, despite the sunshine, the dogs having fun, and the temptation to sit outside and pretend I’m being productive, I need to crack open my study material and get to it. Two hours. I can do two hours.
Oh, and the doctor prescribed muscle relaxers for my back and told me to take ibuprofen. Of course, the prescription was ready by the time I got home, because timing is a joke like that. Sigh.
I’m not convinced I want to take the muscle relaxer, though. I know exactly what will happen: I’ll take it, blink once, and suddenly it’ll be three hours later and I’ll wake up confused, groggy, and mildly offended at the concept of time. I don’t have time to sleep! I have things to do! Important things! Or at least things that feel important in the moment.
The problem is, I’m not even sleepy. I don’t feel like taking a nap. I just want my back to calm down without my entire body powering off like a computer doing an unscheduled update. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, yes.
Ok, adulting calls. I have to go make macaroni and cheese and asparagus, because balance. One hand firmly in comfort food, the other reaching toward “yes, we eat vegetables in this house.” We are also having this BBQ beef thing I saw in a package that Kel bought. I will tell you how that turns out.
After that, the plan is ambitious but achievable: read a little, and maybe watch some YouTube (by which I mean fall into a completely unrelated rabbit hole).
But first, priorities. Matcha tea. Because nothing says I have my life together like whisking green powder into hot water before immediately surrendering to carbs and the internet.
