Frantic Friday

My insomnia is raging. That doesn't help my focus. After a really productive day Wednesday, I had another one of those ADD-fueled, extremely scattered days yesterday. It didn't help that I had to go to Sam's Club under duress. That's a blog post unto itself. I'm sitting here right now with cortisol and caffiene coursing through my veins. Worried about how much I have to accomplish between now and my regular Saturday afternoon client meeting.

Speaking of blood vessels, we have another test on The D's heart today. This one takes 2 1/2 hours, so that shoots the afternoon. If I could think about it sooner than five minutes before we need to walk out the door, I could figure out some work to take with me. I usually take 10 pounds of magazines. The thought of having nothing to occupy my mind terrifies me.

The other day, there was a soap opera on the TV in the waiting room. No one was watching it. Except maybe the receptionists. So I didn't ask them to change it because I didn't want to remain in waiting-room purgatory any longer than necessary. Instead I sat and tried to tune out the hysterical wailing and gnashing of teeth by the poor, perfectly coiffed and made-up addict in the throes of withdrawal while the other woman (who could have been her half-sister, evil stepmother, brother's girlfriend, or all of the above) confronted her about her addiction. They were both chewing the scenery. It was disturbing. Today I'll try to remember to take my MP3 player.

Ok, I'm gonna get back to work now. Later...