Today is Day 8 on Premarin estrogen supplement, 2.5mg daily.
Last night I dreamed a had a job (hey, that's the only place I'm ever gonna find another job, right? "in my wildest dreams"). The job was in a retail store that sold stationery and paper supplies. There were very big rolls of paper, about twelve feet long and with a center roll that was half a yard in diameter. Inside one of the rolls there were a pair of giant spiders, one was red and the other was yellow, and they were fighting and scuttling along inside the roll toward me where I was standing watching. These were huge spiders, about sixteen inches in leg span, and I was pretty scared. Later, a couple attractive young ladies came in to buy some things. They were about college-age, just ordinary girls, so to speak. They needed to buy some things for a birthday party for their dog who was turning eighteen. They had selected some stickers, one was a numeral "1" and another was a numeral "8" and they needed another pair of numbers, so I went to tear off a "1" and and "8" from the big sheet of alphanumeric stickers and I tore the "8" and so I decided to give them the torn "8" for free since I would just have to throw it away. I remarked that 18 is a long time for a dog to live and asked them what breed the dog was and they seemed not to know. I was going to mention that my cat died last year at age 18 but then it occurred to me it would maybe not be tactful to mention that, since I might be taken to imply that their dog would die at the same age.
I think the dream served to remind me of my kitty Peeve and how much she meant to me. I never really 'processed' the grief, I guess.
Today I have just three days to prepare for my concert performance on Thursday night. I need to get down to work. Period.
Last night I dreamed a had a job (hey, that's the only place I'm ever gonna find another job, right? "in my wildest dreams"). The job was in a retail store that sold stationery and paper supplies. There were very big rolls of paper, about twelve feet long and with a center roll that was half a yard in diameter. Inside one of the rolls there were a pair of giant spiders, one was red and the other was yellow, and they were fighting and scuttling along inside the roll toward me where I was standing watching. These were huge spiders, about sixteen inches in leg span, and I was pretty scared. Later, a couple attractive young ladies came in to buy some things. They were about college-age, just ordinary girls, so to speak. They needed to buy some things for a birthday party for their dog who was turning eighteen. They had selected some stickers, one was a numeral "1" and another was a numeral "8" and they needed another pair of numbers, so I went to tear off a "1" and and "8" from the big sheet of alphanumeric stickers and I tore the "8" and so I decided to give them the torn "8" for free since I would just have to throw it away. I remarked that 18 is a long time for a dog to live and asked them what breed the dog was and they seemed not to know. I was going to mention that my cat died last year at age 18 but then it occurred to me it would maybe not be tactful to mention that, since I might be taken to imply that their dog would die at the same age.
I think the dream served to remind me of my kitty Peeve and how much she meant to me. I never really 'processed' the grief, I guess.
Today I have just three days to prepare for my concert performance on Thursday night. I need to get down to work. Period.