Tom’s working late today and I don’t have
much more to update on other than dreams. Been sleeping okay and mostly
anxiety-free. I took my thyroid pill today.
I just wish Dr. G could get her shit
together. Now it’s until August that I should be doing the steroid treatment
until I see her for reevaluation. Oh, and sorry for any miscommunication. So I
guess I’ll follow up with her sometime after next month. I would appreciate her
taking a look down there to make sure everything’s okay. I still have some
irritation and I can still feel some bumps down there. I don’t know if this is
normal or not.
After having a dream that I was awake for
two days and afraid to go to school or whatever job I had on day three, I woke
up after just five hours of sleep. I took my pill, saw Tom off to work, then
did some cleaning. After a shower and some food, I fell back asleep until noon.
In another dream, I was talking to some
people, two of whom were characters in my book. I guess I was part of various
groups for various reasons, and one of the characters asked how they would know
what group I was in. “Gymnasts are always shorter than most people,” I told
her.
Then some guy was playing me a taped
conversation on his phone. “This conversation makes me think you’re right on
about the step-kid possibility.”
Not sure whose step-kid was possible
(dad’s?), but I answered with something about looking it up.
Some other guy said it would take five
minutes.
In the last dream, I was hanging outdoors
somewhere with Andy and a much younger female friend of his. Unlike in real
life, I seemed to really like beer. I wore low-rise shorts and a halter, and as
I approached the two of them with a beer in each hand, I could see Andy
checking out my stomach muscles with a mix of surprise and envy. I then handed
one of the beers to Andy, telling the girl that I didn’t think she wanted one,
and that the rest of the company was too young (I nodded to a little boy who
suddenly appeared). I told her I would still be happy to get her a beer if she
wanted one, hoping she would decline despite Andy’s encouragement because I
really didn’t want to share that many.
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