Better and better

I started waking up a few days ago finally.  I went to the dentist yesterday.  In the process of working on my next 2 crowns, one of the teeth wouldn't numb.  I didn't realize it until later, but that is usually a sign of infection.  That is the jaw that had the swollen gland.  And the ear that sometimes has twinges of pain.  Not enough for me to put it to the tooth, since the tooth itself never really hurt.  Well, I'm having so much work done lately that at least I never focused on that particular one.  Anyway, I feel a lot better now, the gland is no longer sore and in general I feel like I've rejoined the human race.  Not sure what all he did, I lay there with my eyes shut and don't understand the conversation between the doctor and his assistant.  I find it easier that way.  I know he said he isn't done with that tooth yet, but I have 2 temporary crowns now on that side.  I think 3 more crowns after this and I will have my new mouth.

I'm headed to the Capital for just the day today.  It's a government holiday so I'm taking the military bus down and back.  I'll just hang out, which is something I don't feel comfortable doing here.

I'm also cleaning the apartment.  There are a few things that when I'm at that point in cleaning I know I'm making progress.  Like disinfecting the wastebaskets, scrubbing the shower floor with bleach, digging even deeper into corners and sorting things to get rid of.  I don't know where that moving van in my dream was going, but guess I'd better get ready.  Actually, I don't really want to move with the group who was just making fun of me, but when the next adventure shows up I want to be ready!

Sick Day

I was having a dream where apparently I was moving with some other folks, all about college age and maybe I was, too.  We were loading all our stuff in a large moving van.  Everyone else had their stuff loaded, but no one wanted to help me load my stuff and there wasn't really much room left anyway.  I kept trying to get them to wait for me to get my stuff together, and they just gave me a hard time.  Then they started just giving my stuff to random kids, which made me mad.  A lot of the stuff I had was old Christmas decorations and furniture and odd bits and pieces and I have no idea where we were moving from or to, just that I couldn't get my stuff loaded on the moving van and the people I wanted to move with were making fun of me and not helping.

Then my watch alarm went off.  The one that says I'd better be within 5 minutes of walking out the door to work.  I have no memory of turning off my 2 main alarms, but I must have because they go for an hour before turning off automatically.  I decided then I need a day off.  I've not felt 'well' in days, maybe weeks.  Nothing that really manifests as symptoms I can say that I have such and such.  Just no energy, no motivation.  I have slept any time I'm not at work, including all day Saturday while I was down at Tegucigalpa paying for a room at the Intercontinental Hotel.

Today I will rest, and take care of details.  And maybe get rid of some of my stuff, since my unconscious mind seems to think I'm trying to move too much stuff around with me.