I tried to take the medicine that Sheila bought for me.  It was so surprisingly bad tasting that I gagged and spit it all over the place.  I hope I got enough in my mouth that it has a chance to work on me.  I am supposed to wait until about 10:30 before I take it again.  If it works I might miss that time by being asleep.  That would be nice.  As I sit here I do feel a little bit better, but certainly not the way that I would like to be feeling.  Sheila has gone over to the church to a Relief Society dinner.  I fixed me a frozen dinner and then had my deal with my medicine.  It is actually the best that I have felt all day long.  I have been really disappointed with the way this yuckiness has  hung on.  I am really ready to move on. Speaking of 'moving on' Sharon is celebrating today because she got word that her decree was signed on Monday.  I am happy for her.  It has to be a load off of her shoulders.  I have work that I could be doing, but I don't want to.  I don't even want to finish the BYU women's basketball game.  But I proceed with some trepidation because I am not sure that I will be able to sleep and start to feel better.  But I don't feel like staying here and working, and tv isn't an appeal.  So when Sheila gets home I hope to be snoring away.  And carry that one step further I hope to be having a rehabilitating kind of sleep.  This is really getting old for me.  I'm blessed to be able to keep on working, but even that isn't enough.  I want to be well!!