I'm Tired and I Can't Wake Up

Note to self: ALWAYS carry your own books and magazines to appointments.

This morning, all of our original family members where in the house at the same time. This rarely happens. Especially on a Monday morning.

Once they all left to their various lives, I took my mom to her morning bone scan and afternoon mammagram. It was there that I realized just how tired I was.

At the bone scan appointment, I read a months old TIME magazine. How boring is that? Judge Reinquist was still alive and being quoted, and Katrina was just some girl down the street. What kept me awake was that I had to go to the bathroom. But, if I left the waiting room, I might have lost my mom somewhere in the hallowed halls of Spectrum Blodget.

I tried to find something interesting to buy in the hospital gift shop that I could read while waiting in the mammagram waiting room, but, after I knocked over a bunch of stuff in there, I thought it best if I just go quietly.

It seems so weird to me that the Betty Ford Breast Cancer Center had the saddest supply of magazines ever. Even worse then my dad's eye doctor, who has all money and boating magazines.

They had a lot of golf magazines, and stacks of Field and Stream. Really. I became almost silly tired. I did read the parenting magazine my mom was looking at once she was called back. Miss Manner's was a delight, as usual.

My mother could sense how tired I was while driving home, and even asked if I'd like her to pinch me.

Between the appointments, we ran into someone I knew since elementary school. She was thin. I never did like her much anyway.

Now that I am home, and have downed a mug of coffee, I still cannot wake up! But, I am enjoying my front porch. I never sit on it in the summer, but once fall comes, I just love it. And, the wireless from the coffee shop comes in SO much better out here.

But, I'm still tired. And boring.

I wonder what it looks like, this large tired woman on her front porch using a laptop while reclining in a metal baby crib turned porch furniture? I'm sure it looks odd. But, one does hit a point of tiredness where one just does not care.

I am there.