Tuesday, March 27, 2012
I was having a disturbing dream just a little before my alarm went off this morning. I was looking for a doctor at a restaurant and found an eye doctor that I had seen earlier. He claimed that I had had a concussion. He was mad at me for not seeing a doctor more often. I started yelling about the price of doctors. Then I woke up and laid there thinking about the dream.
I feel over while trying to get off my bike on Sunday of last week not this last Sunday. I hit my head but had my helmet on. I was dizzy and ringing in my ears. I was paranoid about going to sleep for fear I wouldn't wake up. I don't have any trouble now but I still wonder if that was a concussion and if I should have seen a doctor.
I whined to God about how I want to be rich enough to see a doctor when I feel the need without worrying about the money. I want to be the one who pays taxes rather than gets paid to do them. I hate that I am a burden on those who do pay taxes.
I have been getting some extra hours at work lately but it doesn't effect my health care desires. I thought of a new story to write too.
I just wanted to share my dream and companying whine with someone who doesn't know my name. (Please don't try to find out my real name. HeHe.)