Midday Nap

Finally today I was well enough to go to the doctor's appointment I've scheduled three times! I could have made the appointment later in the day -- I had the choice of eight in the morning or noon, and I chose eight -- but I like to get things like that out of the way so I can get on with my day. I hardly ever have to get up early but almost always do. Even with the time change I've been up around 6:00-6:30 every morning. Today, though, I had to get up early enough to get a shower and dry my hair (which I don't usually do -- the hair-drying, that is -- but the temperature was in the thirties and I didn't want to risk getting sicker or sick again) before I saw the doctor. This was my annual gyno appointment (when I mention these appointments to my sons, even though they are grown men I refer to them as my lady-part check-ups, which is probably worse than saying "gyno") and I was really glad I was able to reschedule it today. I'm still taking HRT and I took my last pill yesterday.

Anyway, I did what I usually do when I have to get up early and am afraid I won't: I woke up every hour or two all night long and checked the clock each time. I finally had enough of that around 5:30, so I got up and made coffee. I've gotten used to the half-caf, by the way. I still feel like I'm in a daze for the first half of the day, but at least my heart doesn't beat out of my chest. All week I've felt like I'm losing time (and it has nothing to do with DST) so when I got home from the doctor I was all about getting things done. That didn't last long. My fever is gone, but I'm still congested and coughing, and if I do too much I get dizzy. I did a little, but after lunch I decided to take a short nap.

I don't sleep often in the daytime so when I do I wake up disoriented. What made it worse was that I was having bizarre dreams. Well, I guess they weren't that bizarre, but they were unpleasant. The first had my dog and my son's dog (who has been staying with me for the past week and a half) scratching at the front door. I opened it and was confused but relieved. My back yard is entirely fenced but the front isn't, so I couldn't figure out how they'd gotten there. I let them inside and thanked them for not running off.

That was weird, but phase two of dreaming (that I remember) put me in my former house with my ex-husband and his ex-wife. I was getting annoyed at him because he kept reminiscing with her. Everything was, "Remember when . . .?" It was all very fond, which is especially ridiculous if you know either of them. They are not nice people, and they rarely communicate --with each other or anyone else -- in a kind way. I loathe my ex-husband invading my dreams, and having his ex-wife there, who was always a bitch, didn't make it better. However, the creepy dream did have a useful side effect: I immediately got up from the sofa and vacuumed and mopped all my tile floors. It was good exercise and really needed to be done. Now the house looks and smells nice, and I'm seeing my dreams -- at least the second one -- as a healthy kick in the ass to get up and do what I needed to. It may have a deeper meaning, but I don't need to worry about that right now -- or ever.