I hid under the covers til 3:30, when my doctor called and wanted to know if I wanted the 3:45 slot. I just couldn't even THINK of leaving the covers, let alone the house.

Then the bank called and they're going to remove all the overdraft charges, except for $15. I can live with $15. Thank goodness they worked with me. I don't know if it was because they felt bad for me though. The poor manager had to listen to me bawl and hyperventillate the entire conversation. I think he felt terrible for the poor woman having a nervous breakdown on the other end of the phone.

I feel MUCH better, but my headache is still there. I've hardly eaten anything today, unless you count gummy bears. Hey, they're made with real fruit these days, right?