The plan:
4pm – come back from Kaiser, eat something healthy like oatmeal and take my first pill (they gave me Nitrofurantoin Macro instead of my usual Macrobid, hope it works the same)
4:15pm – sort and do at least the load of laundry that includes my gi cuz that sucker needs to hang dry 2 days
4:45pm – while laundry’s going, shower
5:15pm – watch TV and do laundry in jammy mode, curl up in bed and watch DVDs on my laptop, maybe take up on Mr. W’s offer to go over there so he can take care of me (since I need to be there by 10a tomorrow anyway)

The reality:
4pm – stopped by Boba Loca and got a large green tea frapp w/boba and a fat free blueberry muffin (green tea’s got antioxidants…)
4:30pm – finished eating above items and popped a pill while watching TV on the couch downstairs
7:15pm – woke up on couch, read on prescription insert “This medicine may cause drowsiness. Do not drive, operate machinery, or do anything else that could be dangerous…”
7:45pm – drag myself upstairs to open windows and relieve the 90-degree stale air in the house, and to sort and do laundry
8:10pm – still laying on my face on my bedroom floor, next to unsorted bag of dirty laundry
8:11pm – get on phone w/Mr. W; lots of whining about how I can feel my organs when I’m laying flat and how my skin and hair hurt. Listen to his threats to call my parents and tell them what a bad patient I am and how I’m not taking care of myself. Sort laundry.
9:15pm – first load of laundry is in the washer. I hang up w/Mr. W and keep laying on my face, alternating with laying on my back, unable to fight the unusually strong pull of gravity this evening
9:30pm – shower, do nighttime routine
10pm – laundry is in the dryer; gi is hung up to dry, and I’m blogging. And annoyed because I haven’t gotten my stuff ready for all the stuff on the agenda this weekend. ARGH. Need to fill out stupid forms to volunteer for Special Olympics tomorrow in Fountain Valley. And get clothes ready for that event, my cousin Diana’s b-day thing after that, and for Sunday’s trip to UCLA, and Sunday evening’s dinner w/roommie Diana. ARGH! The stress is making all my organs hurt again.