I’ve blogged about my early morning anxiety before.
This morning I woke up 17 minutes before my alarm. I remembered that I’d had a missed call from my uncle and forgotten to call him back. How could I forget? Could I call him now? It was 5:43 on the East Coast. 2:43 where he lives. Probably not. I made a plan to call him at a reasonable hour and managed to fall back asleep.
In the next 17 minutes, I dreamt that I was watching my pseudo-step-sister Jaime’s three boys by myself. The 5 year old Noah was an angel and stayed by my side. The baby Gavin let me hold him the whole time. But 3 year old Dylan kept playfully running away… into traffic.
I’m having a lot of anxiety yesterday and today. I actually feel physically ill. But the positive outcome of that is that I finally scheduled my gall bladder sonogram that I’ve been putting off.
It wasn’t until I was on my way to work that I realized that my uncle had never actually called.