I just woke up. It’s 8:30. This could bode ill for my sleeping tonight.

I’ve felt awful all day. I tried to push through, but I’m sure I made a zillion mistakes (I caught a whole lot more than usual – never a good sign) and felt like a zombie the whole time.

So as soon as I got home, I dumped my coat and stockings on the floor (highly unusual, I didn’t even put them away) and climbed straight into bed.

Joey left me there and went to church, and that’s all there is to the story other then the fact that I just woke up. And I’m ravenously hungry, too. Joey’s re-heating me some chicken noodle soup that I made a few weeks back that has been living on our freezer. Now it will live in my tummy, which is where I’d rather have it.

When I woke up from my accidental nap, I discovered 4 text messages and 2 voice mails, one of which is my anesthesiologist from tomorrow. Dude called to give me his home number.

Why I need his home number, I am not sure because his voicemail did not indicate why I should call it. But I have it just in case.

I don’t even have Dr. Babyplease’s home number.

14 hours and counting. ACK!