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Last night was fucked up.
Around 4 a.m. I got a major panic attack out of nowhere. My hands started to shake, then I started to hyperventilate. My face got really hot, yet my hands were ice cold. It was fucked up.
I have more reason than ever to think that I'm diabetic. These "panic attacks" seem to only happen when I haven't eaten in a while. I braved the attack long enough to get a big glass of orange juice from the kitchen. Within minutes of drinking it, I could feel myself starting to feel better. LOW BLOOD SUGAR.
Interesting...
I have a doctors' appointment on the 1st of July. Hopefully everything gets sorted out and I can be on my merry lil' way.
After I did go to sleep, I had some funked-up dreams. In my first dream, I was an interning nurse at an Army hospital. Top secret, classified, all that. One of the leading doctors on the staff handed me a tray of blood samples. He was in a biohazard suit with full breathing apparati... the works.
I started to worry about what it was that I was carrying, since he was visibly nervous and seemed to be relieved to have gotten it off of his hands and gotten back into his hermetically-sealed lab.
I was carrying it to my destination, when someone comes out of a shadow. This was like the Fox Mulder of the hospital world, because he informs me that what I am carrying contains a new strain of tapeworm that is so extremely small, it can exist in mist, and there was no surefire way of telling whether or not it was in fact contained. It was engineered by the army to infiltrate food supplies. Once it got in the body, it would leech all of the fluids away, swelling up and causing internal damage. It is irrepairable, and fatal.
We quickly found an incenarator and destroyed the specimens and almost immediately an alarm started going off. We had to pull some Metal Gear Solid shit to get out of the place alive. It was..... different.
My second dream was a lot more bizarre. The whole dream took place in a boat or a submarine, but I was confined to my quarters the whole time. (Voluntarily or not, I don't know.) I must have been of a decent rank, because my quarters weren't TOO cramped. I had a king size bed, and on this bed I had my pet tiger. It was a HUGE cat. It was 1.5x the normal size of a Tiger.
I basically just lazied about on my bed until I heard what sounded like a gust of wind coming from the closet. I got up to check, but nothing was amiss.
I went to bed, and when I woke up I was utterly defeated when I saw that my tiger inexplicably died. I was inconsolable until I heard sounds coming from the closet. I opened the closet and to my shock and suprise, there was a gorgeous 17 or 18 year-old asian girl. She told me how she was the tiger, and was reincarnated because of my good deeds and selfless acts throughout my life. She was, in effect, a present from the gods. Needless to say, we had wild crazy sex until I woke up.
I think the moral of that dream was "live your life more virtuously and you shall be rewarded."
^_^;
I am so glad it's raining. I am not looking forward to another hot-as-balls day whatsoever. I know that we have plenty left, so I'm just going to relax when and if I can.
Also, I still haven't heard about any jobs. I am starting to get really annoyed. Why is it that I hear of all kinds of people landing jobs, yet I can't get one anywhere? I would probably get denied at Burger King. (And believe me, I might just have to go there!) =/ suuuuuck.
Alright, happy time. Worms time.
Around 4 a.m. I got a major panic attack out of nowhere. My hands started to shake, then I started to hyperventilate. My face got really hot, yet my hands were ice cold. It was fucked up.
I have more reason than ever to think that I'm diabetic. These "panic attacks" seem to only happen when I haven't eaten in a while. I braved the attack long enough to get a big glass of orange juice from the kitchen. Within minutes of drinking it, I could feel myself starting to feel better. LOW BLOOD SUGAR.
Interesting...
I have a doctors' appointment on the 1st of July. Hopefully everything gets sorted out and I can be on my merry lil' way.
After I did go to sleep, I had some funked-up dreams. In my first dream, I was an interning nurse at an Army hospital. Top secret, classified, all that. One of the leading doctors on the staff handed me a tray of blood samples. He was in a biohazard suit with full breathing apparati... the works.
I started to worry about what it was that I was carrying, since he was visibly nervous and seemed to be relieved to have gotten it off of his hands and gotten back into his hermetically-sealed lab.
I was carrying it to my destination, when someone comes out of a shadow. This was like the Fox Mulder of the hospital world, because he informs me that what I am carrying contains a new strain of tapeworm that is so extremely small, it can exist in mist, and there was no surefire way of telling whether or not it was in fact contained. It was engineered by the army to infiltrate food supplies. Once it got in the body, it would leech all of the fluids away, swelling up and causing internal damage. It is irrepairable, and fatal.
We quickly found an incenarator and destroyed the specimens and almost immediately an alarm started going off. We had to pull some Metal Gear Solid shit to get out of the place alive. It was..... different.
My second dream was a lot more bizarre. The whole dream took place in a boat or a submarine, but I was confined to my quarters the whole time. (Voluntarily or not, I don't know.) I must have been of a decent rank, because my quarters weren't TOO cramped. I had a king size bed, and on this bed I had my pet tiger. It was a HUGE cat. It was 1.5x the normal size of a Tiger.
I basically just lazied about on my bed until I heard what sounded like a gust of wind coming from the closet. I got up to check, but nothing was amiss.
I went to bed, and when I woke up I was utterly defeated when I saw that my tiger inexplicably died. I was inconsolable until I heard sounds coming from the closet. I opened the closet and to my shock and suprise, there was a gorgeous 17 or 18 year-old asian girl. She told me how she was the tiger, and was reincarnated because of my good deeds and selfless acts throughout my life. She was, in effect, a present from the gods. Needless to say, we had wild crazy sex until I woke up.
I think the moral of that dream was "live your life more virtuously and you shall be rewarded."
^_^;
I am so glad it's raining. I am not looking forward to another hot-as-balls day whatsoever. I know that we have plenty left, so I'm just going to relax when and if I can.
Also, I still haven't heard about any jobs. I am starting to get really annoyed. Why is it that I hear of all kinds of people landing jobs, yet I can't get one anywhere? I would probably get denied at Burger King. (And believe me, I might just have to go there!) =/ suuuuuck.
Alright, happy time. Worms time.