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Dr. Appointments

Published November 7th, 2009 in Dr.s, dreams, Family, Insanity, meds, pain | 2 Comments »

So I went to the Dr. yesterday for my now regularly scheduled 4-6 week visits to certify that I am still bat-shit crazy.

He asks how Iam doing, I say fine.  I am still having the vivid dreams, but they are still on the pretty cool side of crazy, so I am not that concerned about them.  They bad ones haven’t happened yet, but I know that they are out there and still coming.  You know the ones I am talking about, the dreams where you wake up screaming, with your heart pounding out of your chest, and you being absolutely certain that the world is ending.

But so far, so good with not having any of those dreams.

We got around to talking about my shoulder that has been bothering me since this summer.  I can lift laterally to the front, but not to the back, or to the side without pain.  A lot of pain.  So the Dr. takes hold of my arm and does the classic “does this hurt” stuff, and of course it does.  A LOT!!!!  He asks if I have ever had a cortisone shot, to which I answer not now, and not ever.  He laughs and says, “Yeah they hurt like hell.”

I like a Dr. who isn’t going to tell you bullshit.

Anyhoooooooo.  I am going for physical therapy on my arm now.  All of those words above to tell you that.  And The Princess tells me that she can do my PT for me as she had to do similar exercises for a waterpolo injury.

Helpful people abound.

L8R

Sweet Dreams are Made of These

Published October 28th, 2009 in dreams, meds | No Comments »

Since becoming a medicated American I have been the receipient of some really weird, and vivid dreams.  Take for example the one I had last night:

 

I was taking part in a meeting of my management staff at a restaurant/giftshop/bakery/tourist trap.  The building was a converted house and as it turned out it had more than a few surprises and many levels.

 

The meeting was being chaired by an executive in my company.  I can’t remember what it was we were there for, though I do know that at some point we were going to be breaking out and touring the building for some reason.  There was another group of people who were sitting next to our group who got into a verbal conflict with our meeting chair.  I got up and walked away, ending up in the Bakery area talking to an employee of the Bakery about how they made donuts.  She showed me that they used a power drill to mix their donut dough.  And then we ended up in the attic that was full of furniture.  Antique furniture along with a discussion of the economy of the area and how bad it was that people were trying to support themselves by selling their possessions.

 

From there I ended up in the basement, that wasn’t the bottom layer of this house either as I remember looking down a flight of stairs seeing yet a lower level to the basement that I was in.  Regardless, the area I was in at that time was the restaurant.  And there were dogs every where.  I mean every where.  I sat down in a recliner and a dog  jumped on to my lap and would not get off. 

 

And then I woke up. 

 

Tell me that that isn’t wacked out.

 

L8R.