Worries

I had a couple of bad dreams last night. Nothing horrific, just stuff that I wouldn't want to have happen.

In the first one Sean and I were having a home built, and we hadn't heard anything about it for awhile so we went to check it out, and we discovered that 1) they were building the wrong floor plan and 2) a bank now owned it, and if we wanted to get it back we would have to take out another loan. So we could forget about moving into the house, but still have to pay on our original loan for it, or we could move into a house we didn't want and pay double.

In the second dream I went to the doctor for some procedure that had apparently become routine. They gave me a drug by IV and then (inexplicably) started shampooing my hair. But then they got all worried; apparently the drug had made my heart rate go way too high. I basically sat there wondering what was going to happen while doctors and nurses bustled around, coming in and out of the room. There really wasn't an ending to that dream.

Today I have an appointment with my GP, Dr. B, although I'm not sure why. I will try to remember to take my calendar with me this time. I'm not seeing Dr. G again until the Monday after Thanksgiving.

If you've been watching my Twitter you may have noticed that I've been going through a lot of anxiety lately, over my job and my health. My boss has been really supportive during all this, and she talked me down from freakout mode the other day. I think I'm getting a better handle on things. I'm probably just overwhelmed by all the changes that are happening in my life--so much that is out of my control. I just need to create a plan so I can get done what I need to get done. Not just at work, but at home, too. I've not cooked anything this whole time; we've just been getting takeout. Bleh.