Last night I had trouble with my night pills again, but it wasn't as bad as it was before. I've been on 600mg since Friday. The trouble started when I was on the 900mg dose for about the same length of time. I can handle this, but I still have to get in bed before it hits. I'm obviously not ready to go up to 900mg again yet, and I'm not thrilled about it. I want to be on a therapeutic dose so I have a shot of feeling better soon.

At least my paranoia is gone.

I was excited to be the first person into the laundry room this morning… not so excited to find out that one of the washers didn't drain and had leaked all over the floor. I fished all of that load out of the water and threw it into the working washer since I was done with it (there are only 2). It was a pain, and my sleeves and slippers got wet, but it should only be about a 45 minute delay. I hope this isn't any indication of how the rest of my day is going to go…

I'll have to fold quickly and get right in the shower because I have errands I must run today. I've been procrastinating, so now I'm stuck. I have to make a list- and be thorough about it this time. I'm always leaving something off lately, and I view these mistakes less like nice opportunities to get out of the house again now, and more like ways I've screwed myself over.

Of course, at some point there will be a nap.

I have a swallowing study tomorrow, so I have to call the gastro at some point today to make sure they faxed over the order. My bet is they didn't.