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Jan. 9th, 2007 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mighty_aphroditeLong time no post...
Anyway, not much new 'round here. Working on my incomplete, getting ready to embark n another exciting semester of TAing myth, and all that jazz.
I've definitely decided never to miss a dose of my meds again... I did last night because I forgot until I was already in bed and too lazy to get up again... and I had the weirdest dreams all night... including one in which Severus Snape (somehow my Dad's best friend) shot me twice in the arm and three times in the chest, after which i very indignantly said "ow" , scowled at Snape and my unconcerned father, and then took a shower and went to bed. I woke up and removed the bullets myself (the wounds were mysteriously shallow- I basically pried them out of my skin like a watch battery, as they were also that size and shape) and applied some neosporin and band-aids. I remember being mad at myself for waiting until morning because they were partially healed and the bullet-things were sticking to the scabs. Yeah... weird.
Definitely no going to bed without meds. And no Harry Potter after 8 PM.
Anyway, not much new 'round here. Working on my incomplete, getting ready to embark n another exciting semester of TAing myth, and all that jazz.
I've definitely decided never to miss a dose of my meds again... I did last night because I forgot until I was already in bed and too lazy to get up again... and I had the weirdest dreams all night... including one in which Severus Snape (somehow my Dad's best friend) shot me twice in the arm and three times in the chest, after which i very indignantly said "ow" , scowled at Snape and my unconcerned father, and then took a shower and went to bed. I woke up and removed the bullets myself (the wounds were mysteriously shallow- I basically pried them out of my skin like a watch battery, as they were also that size and shape) and applied some neosporin and band-aids. I remember being mad at myself for waiting until morning because they were partially healed and the bullet-things were sticking to the scabs. Yeah... weird.
Definitely no going to bed without meds. And no Harry Potter after 8 PM.