I was so tired last night I felt like I had been beaten up. I even got out my heating pad. I had such a weird dream, too. I dreamed I was at a hospital and I was the patient and I was also there with the patient. Someone asked me if I wanted to go in, and they gave me green scrubs to wear. I was excited about having the scrubs. I was thinking to myself about how if only they were blue instead of green like Grey’s. I went in with the patient, where they were going to do the surgery, and I touched the railing on the bed with my bare hand, and then thought I shouldn’t have done that- violation of the sterile field. So then I am the patient, and my surgeon is a female. She makes a long incision across the upper part of my back, I am awake, and I can tell what she’s doing, but it doesn’t necessarily hurt. She squeezes fat out of the incision, then injects the fat into my face and lips. She sews up the incision on my back and puts ice on it. Then she starts working on my face. I go on to recovery, etc. The dream goes on. I was about to pee IRL and in my dream, and I thought, oh, I’m sure I have a catheter, so I can just pee. haha. I’m glad I didn’t do that in real life. Such a strange dream! I was talking to the surgeon about injecting the fat into my face- telling her that I knew that surgeons have used fat from patients’ butts, but that was probably unpopular nowadays because everyone wants a fat butt. haha
I think it was pure delirium from exhaustion. I was in a deep sleep when my alarm went off.
I don’t think we are going to have school on Friday because teachers are going to protest in Frankfort again. I honestly don’t know what to think at this point. All I can do is just keep going and hope it all works out. I’m not retiring anytime soon and we will certainly have a democrat back in the governorship by the time I do retire. I don’t know why these idiots never learn that poor people and working people should never vote republican. They don’t care about anyone but their fellow one percenters.
In my personal life, I am still talking to Greg all day, every day. I don’t know what to think. I go from thinking that maybe this is just what I’ve been waiting for all these years, to thinking there’s no way it’s going to work out. I don’t want to marry him, or anyone else, for that matter. I only would remarry Brent, otherwise I see no purpose- tax benefits, I suppose. I’m not changing my name, either. I suppose I should just wait to see if we ever actually meet in person before I worry about that stuff.