Wasted Time

I made some lovely plans for this day. It is now 11:30 p.m. and I have accomplished little.
When I woke up this morning, I took my usual round of medications. I am not well, but I do function. Part of the reason I function is the eight prescription meds I take each day. This is how I start each day. This morning, in addition to the daily joint pain I endure, I had a "crick" in my neck. The right side of my neck was hard as a rock, and I was unable to turn my head, so I attributed the pain to a (very) tight muscle.
I live with pain daily, so I have many tricks I use to help alleviate it. Stretching usually helps, as does heat. If these don't work, I resort to more potent prescription meds. This morning, my tricks did not work.
I made a wonderful pot of coffee - my favorite - Papua New Guinea from Gevalia. I dined on part of an apple fritter with my wonderful coffee. I did more stretching exercises and applied more heat to my neck, to no avail. So I took a Flexeril, hoping the pain would ease.
I do not care for Flexeril, even though it usually alleviates the pain caused by tight muscles. It takes away precious time by making me very sleepy. In fact, I slept most of the day. I could not plant my tomatoes or zucchini, which will work out fine because it's supposed to frost tonight. I did not leave the house, although I needed to drive across town to deposit money in the bank before it opens tomorrow. I didn't even get dressed until a few hours ago. I did not make it into my office to find out what awaits me in the morning. And the Flexeril didn't even get rid of the pain. So one tiny pill stole my entire day, and didn't even do its job.
Wasted time.