0400 – My alarm goes off to wake me up for work. Press snooze and roll over.

0405 – I get a phone call from work saying our census has dropped to 10 patients and would I like to stay home today? I think that I should probably go to work to save up my time for David’s surgery, but I am physically incapable of refusing at that hour. I agree to stay home.

0408 – I suddenly realize my entire GI tract is churning. I can’t sleep. Spend the next two hours in the bathroom with fluid (and other things) coming out both ends.

0615 – I finally can lie down in bed again without having to jump right back up. Fall asleep.

1030 – David comes in to check on me and I realize I should get up. I hug a blanket around me and walk out to the living room. My stomach is still off and my head hurts. I sit on the couch and talk to David while Oliver tries to sit in my lap and eat my hands.

1100 – I make a bowl of oatmeal because I need to eat to take another dose of metformin (aka the evil cause of my gastrointestinal difficulties). I stare at it for awhile. I get two bites down, and swallow two Excedrin since I can’t tolerate coffee. The metformin is not happening yet.

1130 – Screw this, I get back in bed.

1200 – I remember I have prescription anti-nausea meds! Total score. I consider taking Phenergan which might put me to sleep for awhile, a not unappealing prospect, but settle on Zofran since it’s stronger. Get back in bed.

1240 – I catch up on my Words With Friends games.

1245 – I do some Bible reading.

1300 – I get out of bed, eat my cold oatmeal, and return some emails.

1345 – Begrudgingly take my metformin.

1350 – Settle in to watch The Young Victoria and cross stitch.

1540 – Movie ends, and praise God I feel like eating something! Applesauce, tortilla chips, and hummus.

1550 – Put on Arrested Development season 1, disc 1. Didn’t know Michael Cera was in this. Huh. He bothers me.

1830 – Visit from my mom. I realize I am still in my pajamas, haven’t showered, and don’t intend to. Oh, well.

1845 – Disc 1 of Arrested Development ends. I relinquish control of the TV and David puts on the Texans game. I watch it with him even though it’s only the preseason because I am the ultimate in lazy.

1945 – I can’t put off eating anymore. A bowl of cereal it is, and I go ahead and take my second metformin. Hoping the nausea stays away so I can make it to work tomorrow.

2115 – Have an intense text conversation with a coworker about one of our patients and our chances of getting called off work again.

2130 – I’ve had enough of football, so I brush my teeth, get in bed with Cleo, and read some of Gilead.

2200 – My stomach has been churning for a little while, so I take another Zofran, turn out the lights, and try to sleep. I am successful.