The iMPish [Thing] - a mind at play..

Good morning!

I say that but do I mean it? More than likely yes, even though I sit here, at 5:36 in the morning, having not slept since a nap yesterday afternoon, enduring pain in my lower back from exercising yesterday, waiting to change my laundry, listening to the dying battery in the smoke detector that started chirping about two hours ago.

Why am I awake? My sleep schedule is on the fritz, suffering from either insomnia some nights or exhaustion on others and not wanting to risk falling asleep only to not wake up to my multiple alarms and miss a doctor appointment scheduled weeks ago in order to follow-up on the mass on my left ovary.

6:15 now, laundry changed, medication taken, a few events written in my planner in hopes of remembering.

What is happening? Well to be honest, I wasn't sure what question I should ask here but this one seems okay and to answer it: A lot and yet, I'm not sure so I'm just typing things that come to mind. I haven't been active on here for awhile and I want that to change but it won't unless I make it and.. how do I explain this?! It's a vicious cycle. There's so much I have planned to do and share, it's rather overwhelming and then when I get caught up in the thinking and being overwhelmed, I procrastinate and stray to occupy myself with other things and only overwhelm myself more with all the things that I'm not doing. Does this make sense?

The point of the iMPish [Thing] is to be a sort of blog, or journal, and also a resource guide; a place that I can put things.. to remember for later? Like a scrapbook maybe.. !?! Something like that. Whether it's for me or your entertainment.. it's my Mind's Playground to explore and Play with all the Things.. !?! And share with you the spoils. Yes, perfect.

I just realized I missed my husband's birthday!?!
Dan of Bastille that is, one of the four members, all of whom I like to pretend to be my husbands <-- with an "s", for plural, there are four of them, platonic though, don't make this weird. A girl can dream, no?! Anyway, I'm super bummed that I got the days mixed up; I thought it was today, the 17th, but it was Sunday, the 14th, Bastille Day, in case you weren't aware. Well, I've made corrections so I won't miss it next year!! (Hopefully)

For breakfast I had a Jimmy Dean Sausage, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit and it was yummy, at 7:04.
It's okay if you don't care but I keep track of what I eat and when because reasons. :) No worries though, I won't be typing out every meal here 'cause that would just be silly. I just wanted to point out that it is something I do, but in my planner, though if there's something to note and won't fit in the planner then maybe.. ;)

Just curled my ponytail 'cause isn't that something everyone does when they go to their OB/GYN's local office to follow-up on the mass on their left ovary?! No? Just me?! I mean, he was the doctor for all seven of my babies and is the sort of doctor that doctors these sorts of things.. and I missed my last appointment to check up on the thing back in May, last appointment before that was in November, and according to the ER doctor, the mass has gotten bigger since then so.. special occasion?! No, I'm just in a positive mood today is all. ;)
Now to put away the laundry and get dressed. :)

All righty, Einstein, I submitted the FAFSA, now to find out.. mass on ovary.. I'll let you know..

Well that was anticlimactic. The ER doctor sounded concerned when he told me the mass has gotten bigger, needing to follow-up with my OB/GYN, but all he said was that it's gotten bigger.

Me: What does that mean?
OB/GYN: It's gotten larger.
Me: ..

So we're following up again in three months.

And then I came home and put away the rest of the laundry, and ate some Mango Peach Applesauce and passed the fuck out 'cause I was obviously exhausted, and woke up just in time to get my butt down to the post office to get a money order to pay my rent, and then over to the Electric Co. to pay on my electricity bill to prevent the loss of electricity, and then to the community college to turn in a financial form and schedule an appointment with a counselor. #Adulting ! Wo0t! Run-on sentences! Double Wo0t!

It's friggin' hot out there, in case you didn't know. It's 107° F[ahrenheit] now, an hour and a half later (5:10).. so it was probably like 108° if I had to guess. I was dripping sweat. Dripping.

Anyway, I come home, stop by the mailboxes to check the mail: Nothing. Aaaand the office is closed, for the week, so not only can I not pay my already-late rent but I can't request the battery in the darn smoke detector to be changed out (since we're not allowed to do it ourselves) so I get to listen to the beautiful chirping non-stop for the next week. Yay! [/sarcasm]
It's super friggin' annoying that these people are always not in the office during office hours. Any time I need to go in there for whatever reason, they're conveniently [for them] closed.

I realize that this is a lot of words. Would be better if I could use emotes..
I'll figure it out sooner or later.. ;)

Mmmm, leftover Tortellini.
Aaaand sleep.