Good News!

My dad's knee replacement surgery is scheduled for the 13th of June. No more limping, no more meds, no more pain (once the pain of the actual surgery abates).

Now I just have to pray that the staff aren't the incompetent boobs they were at Christmas.

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I woke up last noght with my first true night terror in a long time. Since I can't find where I packed my dream journal, I'll record it here.

I don't have a clear memory of it. I think that we were putting up a ceiling fan in my room. The fan was running as my mother drew it up towards the ceiling with a block and tackle. I was lying in the bed instructing her on where I wanted the fan. ... I think I may have been in bed because I was sick. I remember that either the fan slipped or the ceiling started to drop.
I remember running out of bed and desperately trying to get to the door while staying as low to the ground as possible.

I woke up when my mother called up to see if I was alright. I was huddled at the door of my room reaching for the doorknob.

Strange things.