Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made Of This

No real updates, I called to ask the nurse if a week of 35 cc is close enough to remove effing drains. No such luck.

Last night I had one of my first dreams that I can remember vividly in a long time.

I was bald and kept trying to tie scarves on my head and couldn’t figure out how to do it right. Ended up in tears.

Gee, wonder what THAT was about? πŸ™‚

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