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.
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