Dreams Are Funny, Aren't They?

This week, I am headed up to see a specialist in Palo Alto about my sinus issues. Last night, before I went to bed, I told James that I was actually pretty excited to go see what this doctor could do for me. I am really sick of the mega doses of antibiotics that I seem to perpetually be on and I am hoping that he can fix my struggle with my ears. I want to be fixed.

Then I went to bed and all night, I had nightmares about this doctor. I dreamed about these horrible tests that they put me through. There was cigarette smoke, bats, shots, high pitched noises. How weird! Now I am one that doesn't place too much emphasis on dreams. While I believe that sometimes they have some meaning or roots, I think the majority of the time they are just a bunch of random things that your mind "dreams" up while you are sleeping.

Am I anxious about the doctor visit? No not really. I am a bit anxious about the actual surgery, but not the doctor. I heard he's the best at what he does. All he does is sinus stuff. I am a little anxious about having to drive up there and back in one day. Not because I am scared, but because it makes for a long day of driving. Then, there's finding the place once I get there. But overall, I am hopeful about the final outcome. Who knows, maybe I can get the Ashley Tisdale version of the deviated septum surgery!

Last night, as I mentioned, I had to take Preston to his practice. I used the opportunity to make my flash cards for my anatomy quiz this week and watched in between. He did really well in practice last night and I am hoping that it carries over to his game tonight.

I have to run. We are short on time due to game night, but I will leave you with an unusual fact about myself.

I AM WEIRD BECAUSE

I cannot stand to be touched at my pulse points, especially the wrist. All of my typing today has especially irritated me this afternoon. I have to go!