Nightmare in 2020s

The place we may move to is 200 feet higher in elevation than Klamath Falls. I didn’t realize I had that backward. It’s not as cold because it’s not as far north, but it’s definitely going to be colder than I’m used to. I’m also not looking forward to dealing with drier skin like I had during the 12 years I lived in the other desert. Still, I think it’s going to be a worthy trade-off in the end. There are definitely more benefits than drawbacks.

Anyway, I’m back to sleeping poorly. It’s such a back-and-forth thing with me. I was tired yesterday and knew I would be today too because it always takes me a few days to get back on track.

I also stupidly had a few bites of fruit before the 30 minutes were up after taking my thyroid meds, but hopefully, it won’t affect my TSH. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to take vitamin D every day until my lab appointment. I am so not looking forward to this! I know my results are going to have so many bad numbers, and then I’ll have to deal with Rhonda pressuring me to take medication that I’m not willing to take. I just hope my A1C is down.

I napped both yesterday and today, and today I had a horrible nightmare. We seemed to be in a two-bedroom, one-bath apartment. It was dark, and I was in one of the bedrooms while Tom was in the living room. Suddenly, I heard him say, “I need an ambulance.” I ran into the living room and told Alexa to turn the light on so I could see what was happening, but she wouldn’t listen to me.

That was the end of the dream, but I swear I could draw the entire place. Again, it didn’t feel like a dream—it felt like a place we’ve actually been. Naturally, I’m worried, but not as worried as I would be if both of us—or just me—were involved. Luckily, the ones where it’s just him don’t always seem to mean anything. Still, I’m a little worried.