Strange dreams

Today I had my ultrasound. Dr. Z wanted to know if the reason my breast was red was because it was filling up with fluid. I didn't know that along with the ultrasound prescription, he had faxed an order for a biopsy to drain the fluid, if any was found. They didn't find any fluid so they didn't do the biopsy. I'm relieved that there was no biopsy but on the other hand, it means it's a harder form of cancer to cure but still curable.

I took an Ativan yesterday morning and then one last night before bed. I still woke up a few times in the night but was able to fall back asleep fast. I slept deeper and had more dreams. The main one I remember is MFS showing me his report card. He received an "F" (he's been on the dean's list 5 out of 6 semesters and missed the 6th by a tenth of a point) in his class called "Man About Town". It was some radio program he had to listen to and he was always busy in the tv studio at the same time. Do NOT ask me why I thought he should take a class called that and I thought once I graduated from college, I was done with those kinds of dreams/nightmares. It was the drugs, man! I took another Ativan this morning and 1/2 a Zoloft and I can't quite tell any difference other than I am extremely tired now. I'll take another Ativan before bed.

I went in to work around 1:30 p.m. today and didn't leave until 9:00 p.m. I'm definitely ready for bed. I wonder what strange dreams I'll have tonight since I took the Zoloft. Maybe one where Mr. Whacko becomes a calm submissive well-adjusted dog (HA!).