Because temperatures were up and down like a (very active) yo-yo last week, I rounded out the weekend with a wicked head cold and a low grade fever.  Not something to be terribly worried about except that I had a date with Dr. M today for my quarterly “Oh yes, you have MS” appointment at Penn Neuroscience and I *really* did not want to have to go through the pain of rescheduling.

When we got up this morning, John diligently checked my temperature (99.7 last night at bedtime) and it was a reasonable 98.8 so I told him we were rolling the dice.  Healthcare in America is absolutely painful (and absurdly expensive) but I like it when I receive it and that was the plan for today.

It didn’t feel too early (and it actually wasn’t because medicine and MRI days are MUCH earlier drives into center city) but right now, as the clock reads 6.22p and  it’s still bright and sunny outside, I feel disconcerted and my body feels confused.  Light in the evening is great … except when it isn’t.  And it’s not so great when I try so hard to adhere to a sleep schedule and then all of a sudden we aren’t eating dinner until nearly 8p and then not to bed until 10p and suddenly eight hours becomes seven hours and …. Well my mind is snowballing and my body feels exhausted.

Usually we see Dr. M on a Friday, so my whole week feels off-kilter because today is Monday and Monday is a yoga day, not a doctor day.  And this Friday John leaves to go fishing for the weekend, so more things that aren’t routine.  I’m becoming an absolute curmudgeon in my old age about routine and rhythm and order.

Daylight savings and messing with time is utter madness.  I am NOT a fan.

Xox, g