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My body is giving me a hard time again this morning. I think that last night’s birthday dinner did me no favors and that trying to eat the leftovers for breakfast was a mistake. Fried foods are apparently Not Good right now. It might also be because I had a little bit of fruit last night. Fruit seems to give me more problems than vegetables do. It’s always been that way, and I don’t know why. I’m not sure what’s in fruit that’s not in vegetables.

We went to the local Japanese restaurant for dinner last night because Cordelia wanted California rolls. She’s getting more adventurous in terms of trying different things off the sushi menu.

Of the three books I ordered from Bookbound for Cordelia’s birthday, only two came in. They’re not sure when they’ll have the third, possibly Friday. The three books are part of a seven book series. Cordelia already owned the first three, and I ordered the seventh from Amazon because the guy at Bookbound said he couldn’t get it in time for Cordelia’s birthday. All three of the others, he promised me, would be in some time yesterday afternoon.

In terms of Ingress, portals in the neighborhood turned over four or five times last night. One guy from the other side took out our science center portals at 4 a.m. when the park was officially closed. I’d like to take back some of the less heavily defended portals, but that’s going to depend on how I’m feeling later. I’m currently waiting for a cab to take me to an appointment, and I don’t know how I’m going to feel after. If I feel good, I may walk around campus a bit. I don’t know.

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I ended up coming straight home after my appointment. I’ve been having too much urgent and frequent need for a bathroom to want to risk wandering around without such access. If things ease up, I’ll go for a walk later. I’m not holding my breath, however.

The gynecologist and oncologist are waffling on the question of the IUD. There’s a recent study out of Finland that shows a minute increase in breast cancer risk for every five years a woman uses an IUD. It’s somewhere between 0.3 and 0.5% increase for every five years. At any rate, the gynecologist and I decided to leave the dratted thing in for at least another month, until after I’ve seen the oncologist again. She said that, although the standard time to keep a Mirena IUD is five years, they’re actually good for seven, especially if I’m using it more for cycle suppression than for birth control. I think that’s her way of saying that nobody’s going to be willing to put a new one in but that keeping the old one might actually get me to menopause if I hit it by the time I turn 51.

Naturally, the first appointment the receptionist offered me was at 8:00 a.m. and the second was the same day as Cordelia’s orthopedist appointment. I am not willing to try to do both in one morning. We finally settled on a date and time, and she printed out an appointment slip— For the appointment I had today with no mention of the appointment in June. The appointment is listed in the patient portal, so it’s not that she forgot to enter the dratted thing.

I think I may lie down for a while now. I didn’t get back to sleep after Scott’s alarm at 5:00, and we didn’t get the lights out until nearly midnight last night. I had considered trying to get my fasting blood tests done today, but I was so tired that I didn’t think I could manage it. As it happens, I wouldn’t have had time for it because the cab didn’t come until half an hour after I called it. I got to the clinic five minutes before my appointment.