Been doing quite a bit of burning and dreaming. Was burning down there so bad yesterday that I’m just about ready to cave and make an appointment with the GYN. I just hate to make yet another appointment! Even though Tom tells me to do what I have to do, I worry that costing his company more money would put his job at risk. But then there’s no saying how long we’ll have insurance in a country where it can be hard to get. It’s just that I’m afraid my only alternative will be a temporary solution that comes with side effects. Wish I could know if it would get any worse. If I knew it couldn’t I may try to learn to just tough it out and adapt. I still live in the fear of it overtaking my entire body, though. I hate to think that I’m going to have to battle this thing for the rest of my life. I keep thinking there’s got to be something that can help make it better more often like the mouth guard helped my TMJ. I just hope it doesn’t take me 12 years to figure out what it is!

Other than waking up to the non-stop buzzing of planes which gets worse and worse each year, I went for a quick bike ride around the circle.

Checked in with Aly and Kim and now the rats are out and about.

The first dream I remember had to do with discovering that the sex doll’s tits were removable. Not the tits but whatever they were filled with which I guess was gel padding. I had multiple dolls in the dream and Tom was saying that I could remove them all and return them for a refund. I told him that wouldn’t work since I no longer had their receipts. Then I got the bright idea to make pillows and seat cushions out of them.

In the second dream, I was hired to sing in a band but one of the girls involved complained about the way I pronounced some words and I said she could blame it on my accent.

The last dream was about Nane. I love it when I dream of her even though I know I’m never going to hear from her again and I doubt she’ll ever even unblock me. I guess she was some kind of inspector either before or during her time as an accountant.

Anyway, I walked up to her place which was surrounded by a wooden deck and stairs. It was more like stackable cottages than apartments. Her door was open and I walked into her living room and sat on a couch. I saw that her bathroom door was closed and figured she was in there showering.

Not wanting to startle or anger her when she came out, I decided it’d be best to leave. I ran out along the deck which ran past her place and then down a flight of stairs. Not sure what floor she was on but I’m guessing second or third.