love is a verb, love is a doing word
It's been a while since I've updated... oh well.
I'm really not sure what I should write. It doesn't seem like I have too much to tell, now that I'm here.
I've been so caught up in school work and such that I really haven't had time for much else.
I have an appointment with an audiologist next wednesday, about my hearing. Or rather, lack thereof.
It's not too bad I suppose, but it's definitely not helping me any.
I had the weirdest dream the other night...monday night I think. It was really strange because throughout the entire dream I was dying. Well, in a sense. I had a problem with my heart, and had previously had surgery on it. I could see the scar in the mirror of the room I was in. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning. Hopefully I can remember it enough to make sense.
I was standing in this slightly darkened room, gray/blue walls, with a huge window on the other side looking outside at the world. I was standing in the darker part of the room, looking in a mirror. I looked dreadfully tired and sick, wearing a loose blue sweater and gray shorts. In the mirror I could see the top half of a reasonably new pink scar over the top of the neck of the sweater. My chest felt very very heavy and I suddenly had images flash before my eyes, memories, of talking to doctors and my parents and Aaron looking extremely sad, maybe crying as well. The doctors were telling me that I'd need surgery. Then they were telling me it went well, and everyone looked relieved. Then they were telling everyone that something was happening and that I might die. They weren't sure, I might make it, or I might die. I felt depressed, but I also felt accepting of whatever my fate might be. I start to become tired and my chest starts to get heavier but I attempt to ignore it, stubborn me :P. I begin to walk over to the giant window. Outside the sky is a dark blue gray that I love, and you can see lovely green trees all around the gray gravel driveway up to the front of my house. I notice a car pull up the driveway and a male and female step out of the car. It's Aaron and one of our close mutual friends. I realize they're coming in to see me and I get very happy rather quickly. My chest now starts tightening more and starts hurting, but I ignore it because I want to talk with my friends. I start getting dizzy by the time I hear the door shut and them walking up the stairs to the room I'm in, so I try to brace myself by putting a hand on the wall next to the window. The door opens and I just start to see Aaron's face when I fall down, passing out along the way, the pain becoming extreme just seconds before. I can just barely hear Aaron and the girl running over to my side, Aaron grabbing my shoulders trying to wake me up. He's calling my name and suddenly I'm outside of my body, watching him panic over me while the girl grabs a nearby phone and starts dialing. I'm just watching them, Aaron looks desperate and the girls eyes are tearing up, and they both check to see if I'm breathing and if my heart is still beating, while the girl is talking to the emergency operator.
Then I wake up.
Weird dream, eh? Ya, that's what I thought too.
I'm really not sure what I should write. It doesn't seem like I have too much to tell, now that I'm here.
I've been so caught up in school work and such that I really haven't had time for much else.
I have an appointment with an audiologist next wednesday, about my hearing. Or rather, lack thereof.
It's not too bad I suppose, but it's definitely not helping me any.
I had the weirdest dream the other night...monday night I think. It was really strange because throughout the entire dream I was dying. Well, in a sense. I had a problem with my heart, and had previously had surgery on it. I could see the scar in the mirror of the room I was in. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning. Hopefully I can remember it enough to make sense.
I was standing in this slightly darkened room, gray/blue walls, with a huge window on the other side looking outside at the world. I was standing in the darker part of the room, looking in a mirror. I looked dreadfully tired and sick, wearing a loose blue sweater and gray shorts. In the mirror I could see the top half of a reasonably new pink scar over the top of the neck of the sweater. My chest felt very very heavy and I suddenly had images flash before my eyes, memories, of talking to doctors and my parents and Aaron looking extremely sad, maybe crying as well. The doctors were telling me that I'd need surgery. Then they were telling me it went well, and everyone looked relieved. Then they were telling everyone that something was happening and that I might die. They weren't sure, I might make it, or I might die. I felt depressed, but I also felt accepting of whatever my fate might be. I start to become tired and my chest starts to get heavier but I attempt to ignore it, stubborn me :P. I begin to walk over to the giant window. Outside the sky is a dark blue gray that I love, and you can see lovely green trees all around the gray gravel driveway up to the front of my house. I notice a car pull up the driveway and a male and female step out of the car. It's Aaron and one of our close mutual friends. I realize they're coming in to see me and I get very happy rather quickly. My chest now starts tightening more and starts hurting, but I ignore it because I want to talk with my friends. I start getting dizzy by the time I hear the door shut and them walking up the stairs to the room I'm in, so I try to brace myself by putting a hand on the wall next to the window. The door opens and I just start to see Aaron's face when I fall down, passing out along the way, the pain becoming extreme just seconds before. I can just barely hear Aaron and the girl running over to my side, Aaron grabbing my shoulders trying to wake me up. He's calling my name and suddenly I'm outside of my body, watching him panic over me while the girl grabs a nearby phone and starts dialing. I'm just watching them, Aaron looks desperate and the girls eyes are tearing up, and they both check to see if I'm breathing and if my heart is still beating, while the girl is talking to the emergency operator.
Then I wake up.
Weird dream, eh? Ya, that's what I thought too.