So I stayed up latish to make sure that he had a good rest, but I had four relatively good hours before he woke me up. I had to be up early to collect my prescriptions, so I got dressed, had a cup of tea - and threw up all over. Lots. Ugh.
I'd arranged to meet Tina (youngatheart) in town today, so I knew that I couldn't just give up and go back to bed, but I felt grey enough that I really needed to lie down for a while. Bad move. I was woken by the sound of a Theremin on the radio - http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/goodvibrations.shtml if you want to read about the programme; http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/rams/thu1130.ram if you want to hear it (you'll need a RAM file player) - fortunately, whooping glissandi make a very effective alarm - so I phoned Tina and let her know I'd be running late. So that wasn't too bad.
I bought a one-day travel ticket (at £2.20, cost effective if you make more than two bus journeys) and got off at my doctor's, where I picked up my prescriptions. Fortunately I checked them before I left the surgery, since I noticed that my Fentanyl patch prescription had been machine printed. Uh-oh. Given how poor many doctors' writing is, I wholeheartedly approve of printed prescriptions, but controlled drugs (opiates and other potentially addictive things) have to be completely hand written by law. So that was no good :( I pointed this out to the receptionist, who was her usual delightfully unhelpful self, and told me that there wasn't anything anyone would do about it now, and I'd have to come back later. I ought to have said "Well, I'll just wait until Dr Mwale is free, then", but I didn't have the energy or time. *sigh* You'd think that a sensible, computer-based system could be TOLD not to print prescriptions for CDs and flag up that they need to be written, wouldn't you? I'll have to suggest that to Dr Swallow when I see him next, since this is the second time that it's happened in a few months.
Back on the bus, then, and into town, and so to the library to return a few books. I wanted to keep one, so I handed it in, and then took it back again to get it stamped out again on my way out. After I'd had it stamped, the assistant told me that one of my books was overdue, so I went back round again to pay the fine so far (and stop it accumulating), and then remembered to hand the book I'd just taken out to the assistant so that she could pass it around the security barrier again.
At that point it was time to go across the plaza to W H Smith to pick up my New Scientist, and then to meet Tina outside the library as we'd arranged. To my surprise and pleasure she had Dawn (WIOLJ, but I don't know her LJ ID yet) with her, who wanted to use the library to find the address of a local GP who is sensible about ME. We went in, and then of course on my way out I forgot about the book that I had in my bag and set the alarm off...
After that, all went well. We had lunch together, did a little shopping, and then I caught the bus home. Given that the bus passes my doctor's surgery, I decided - hope springs eternal - to stop off and see whether my prescription had been done properly. It had, so I walked the rest of the way home so that I could call in at the pharmacy.
Being the day that it had been so far, I'd just got out of the pharmacy when the rain came down in torrents, so I'm tired and soaked :)
Ah well, I'll have a little rest now and then I'm going to make chicken soup. It's definitely a chicken soup day.
 Apparently Lenin suggested to Theremin that he might use it as a burglar alarm.