Deep down inside, I am still not a morning person

I was never a morning person. But as of three years ago I am because I have to take my seizure medicine at 8 a.m. I got used to this, now I am the happiest person when I wake up at 8 or 9. My neurologist told me I don’t have to take the medicines at exactly 8. It’s preferably at 8 but if I can’t I should take it sometime between 7 and 9. This goes for morning and night. When I can go back to sleep after taking the medicine, I am the happiest person in the world. When I can’t, I’m not a grouch, like I used to be.

I don’t consider myself a morning person, but people don’t have to be scared of me in the morning anymore. Now I have breakfast, I didn’t have or like breakfast before. I wasn’t hungry when I woke up. I know this was not the healthiest habit, but if I had to eat something, I would have chocolate chip cookies and Coca cola. Later I changed coca cola to diet coke and when I got to college I discovered bagels with butter. I loved them and still do.

I think my therapies also made me wake up early. I hade to wake up like I was going to school but in school I just sat there, sometimes went back to sleep if I was bored. In therapies I couldn’t do that because it was only the therapists and I so they would know if I fell asleep and it was all exercise and that would wake me up. I was moving all morning, then all afternoon at water therapies. But I got enough sleep because I got my 8 hours of sleep, sometimes more.

Now I don’t usually have to wake up this early, but I do. I feel like I’m betraying the morning person in me; I don’t get cranky when I’m tired (I think), and I don’t sleep all day. But I don’t go to sleep so late. If I stay up until 12, it’s really weird and I think I can count the times I’ve stayed up until midnight this year with one hand. If I wake up early, I am a functional human being. I can think, I can move, I can eat, this morning I went to the gym. I like going to the gym in the morning, if I wait too much, I’m just too tired from the day.

Again, I feel like I’m another person. Somebody switched my age and sleep button sometime during my surgery. First I thought something was wrong; but nothing is wrong.  This is me now, early morning Kiki.

#morningperson #letmesleep