A mix of good and bad with my health, but first, the Oregon trailer hauled the car away yesterday. The trailer is still there, though, so I don’t know what else needs to be done or how long they’ll be there.

For 4-5 hours last night, I felt a little on edge and was worried I’d be hit with a new round of anxiety, but wasn’t exactly anxious. Barely 6 hours into my sleep I woke up and had trouble falling back asleep. I was still tired, too. Amazingly, I was eventually able to nap for a couple of hours but it didn’t do me any good. I’m still tired and I’ve felt warm all night. Really thought I was over this shit with the sleep issues but apparently not.

Didn’t feel anxious tonight but my heart raced 4-5 hours.

We went out walking last night after midnight for about 15 minutes and never saw a single skunk so that much was good. Wanted to go bike riding today but not sure I have the energy. Don’t even know if I have the energy to go with him to Sam’s later on but I’m going to try.

Now my heart has settled down and I don’t quite feel as tired but I have this weird headache that Ibuprofen hasn’t managed to help with yet. It’s this throbbing pain in the space of a quarter by my right temple.

I don’t get for the life of me how one who’s anti-abortion can say that if God puts a life in one’s womb, it’s not up to us to extinguish it. So if their imaginary friend puts a tumor in someone’s body, should it not be up to them to extinguish it with chemo?

Well, you can relax with this reality check, people! Sex puts kids in wombs, not “God,” and shitty luck puts tumors in us as well.

Anyway, I had some vivid dreams while I was napping earlier. In one dream, Tom asked if I wanted something from McDonald’s while at this mall of some kind. I said sure because I was starving.

Then we took seats in these boots that had shelves that contained customers’ belongings. I stared in awe at all these shiny trinkets and Barbies on one of the shelves.

“Don’t stare too long,” Tom told me as I continued to check out all the colorful items.

I said something about Barbie’s measurements changing over the years and that they no longer use her old molds, and then there was this tiny creature (a mouse?) living on the shelves that poked its head out from behind something for a moment. We were surprised it didn’t try to escape and that it stayed obediently on the shelves.

I opened my laptop while we ate and blogged in Spanish.

Then I later went into a panic because someone stole this beautiful floral purse I had with a gold chain making up a part of its strap. Everybody hung their purses on these hooks, much like a coat rack, and when I went to retrieve mine, it was gone. This had happened before at a “community” purse rack but I thought that was a fluke and would never happen again.