Haven't been posting much as I've started working, and I'm finding it extremely challenging. Ai ya.
A couple of days ago, I told
Ian about a dream I had recently. In it, it was next year, and I was visiting my numerous friends in Japan during
Golden Week. Near the end of my trip, I was in a taxi with
Mitsu, Ian, and
Mina near
Ueno Park. At a stoplight, a large car rear-ended us, sending us into cross-traffic, where we crossed traffic with a bus. Nobody was injured but me; I had numerous lacerations on the right side of my face, but no other injuries.
At the hospital, the doctors told me that I couldn't fly back the next day as planned, because the low pressure in the plane's cabin would cause my stitches to burst. Even more frustratingly, I couldn't speak, as one stitch was very near my lip.
I had Ian call The Maternal Unit and tell her that my plans had changed. She was, understandably, quite upset and worried on first hearing that I'd been injured in a wreck. I wrote out a note to Ian to read to her:
"It's only a flesh wound." Ian told me to stop telling him my dreams.