I’m finally starting to feel better. My head cold is clearing and the sun is shining. The snow that fell yesterday has already melted. I’m a little down but I’m attributing that to my cold and lack of sleep.
Again, I have to say I have the world’s best husband. The other night I offered to sleep on the couch and he told me not to. He said that he would only worry if I was out in the living room on the couch and he wouldn’t be able to sleep. I’m holding my breath to see if he comes down with my cold. I really hope he doesn’t because he already has sinus issues.
I’ve been having more of my record-breaking strange dreams. For example, last night I was driving to a restaurant called “The Monkey Puzzle” or something like that, to meet my sister. When I got there I found a large building that looked like a warehouse with a sign on the side that said “The Monkey Box”. The next thing I know, I was captured by the mob! They injected something into my back and I found myself in the main dining area again, trying to convince everyone that I was in danger. I pretended to collapse for the attention and in the hope that whatever I was injected with would, ultimately, have lead me to collapse anyway!
I’m still trying to work out what that was all about. Perhaps it’s because I feel slightly out of control? New Job, New year, new step-kids (or at least new to me!) I’m trying to make a good impression all over the place and I won’t feel comfortable until I feel more in control. As I’m a firm believer that dreams are some sort of indicator of underlying feelings told in a metaphor – I think I’m right in saying I’m 1) trying to find my way (in the case of the restaurant, not exactly succeeding) and 2) slightly out of control but doing what I can to resolve the situation. This is a good thing because I’m not normally good at asking for help but, I think from my dream, I have been trying to do this. Although, if I examine this to the fullest extent, I might actually feel more in control of my life if I formally asked for help from time to time from others instead of throwing myself down to the ground and hoping people will notice…
When I mentioned this to the gals at my new work, they asked me if I ate cheese. (!) At interview I mentioned my Insulin Resistance problem so they’re at least aware of why I won’t have cakes when there are some in the kitchen – and so far this week that’s meant everyday! However, I neglected to mention my other maladies – mainly because I wanted the job and thought that I wouldn’t get it if I brought my list out. Can you imagine how that conversation would go?
“Well, there’s the insulin resistance which means I really shouldn’t have cakes; there’s the PCOS which means I regularly have strange dreams and hair in places a girl doesn’t want hair; there’s the endometriosis which – although I have control of the symptoms at the moment, means that some months I’m in such pain that I look like I’m giving birth in the office! Then there’s IBS which may or may not be affected by the endometriosis. Oh and I’ve just had a biopsy done on some questionable cells on my cervix. It could be something scary, but I could be lucky!” I can just imagine their response to a tirade like that.
As I say, I did confess to the Insulin Resistance which means that I’m not under any pressure to have cakes that I really shouldn’t in the office. The rest of my symptoms from my various maladies are under control at the moment, so I didn’t mention them with the thought that if they don’t affect my work, they don’t have to know.
In short, I’m doing better and better everyday!