And then I went home to lay on the couch and try to sleep, and try to read.
Saturday night I worked up all of my energy to go pick up Chinese food. It's only five minutes away, but it was just about more than I could handle -- getting in the car, parking, walking in, driving home, my hands shaking again. And then I got home and found out that they had given me only string beans, instead of chicken and string beans, and I fell apart. I tried to tell them that I couldn't drive back and pick up the correct order -- I really couldn't. I'm sure they didn't understand. But eventually they sent a driver with my chicken, and had the gall to ask for their string beans back.