I had a dream last night that I remember, so I'm going to tell y'all about it. Why? Because I remember it, no other reason. There are no deep hidden meanings to the dream although there are obvious ones.
I was back at work, delivering mail. I was delivering a route with which I was unfamiliar, something that always made things significantly more time-consuming and difficult.
On the plus side, at least it was a walking route and the weather was pleasant. I did not care for mounted routes, except when the weather was horrible.
After delivering to a house, I looked at the address on the next pieces of sequentially-sorted mail as I walked across the lawn toward the next house. The house had no visible house number, but it made sense that the address would be the same as the address on the mail that I was delivering to it. I walked up some steps onto the porch, lifted the wooden lid on the porch mailbox and dropped the letters in. That's when ominous buzzing of multiple wasps or bees or hornets emanated from inside the box. I dropped the lid and walked with haste off the porch.
When I got to the next house, the number on the house matched the address of the mail I'd just delivered to the mailbox with the stinging creatures in it. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone and called the Post Office. The young woman who answered was a mail-carrier-turned-supervisor to whom I always felt attracted. I told her where the house was located to which I had just misdelivered mail and said that she should send somebody out with a can of wasp/hornet spray to retrieve the mail and deliver it to the proper address.
Then, I woke up and went to fly my quad copter.
hours weeks I've spent in a dentist's chair in my life.
I was back at work, delivering mail. I was delivering a route with which I was unfamiliar, something that always made things significantly more time-consuming and difficult.
On the plus side, at least it was a walking route and the weather was pleasant. I did not care for mounted routes, except when the weather was horrible.
After delivering to a house, I looked at the address on the next pieces of sequentially-sorted mail as I walked across the lawn toward the next house. The house had no visible house number, but it made sense that the address would be the same as the address on the mail that I was delivering to it. I walked up some steps onto the porch, lifted the wooden lid on the porch mailbox and dropped the letters in. That's when ominous buzzing of multiple wasps or bees or hornets emanated from inside the box. I dropped the lid and walked with haste off the porch.
When I got to the next house, the number on the house matched the address of the mail I'd just delivered to the mailbox with the stinging creatures in it. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone and called the Post Office. The young woman who answered was a mail-carrier-turned-supervisor to whom I always felt attracted. I told her where the house was located to which I had just misdelivered mail and said that she should send somebody out with a can of wasp/hornet spray to retrieve the mail and deliver it to the proper address.
Then, I woke up and went to fly my quad copter.
That's propofol. Personally, I can't understand how Michael Jackson found it appealing. Gimme versed, the good stuff! I suspect that my plea will go unheeded and that it will be propofol I get from here on out for my procedures once every 3-5 years. With versed, I enjoy the procedure. With propofol, I'm unaware of it. (As I said yesterday... just reiterating since this post finally showed up in my multi-quote.)
I had a dentist put his knee on my chest to remove a tooth because he was having to pull so hard that he was lifting me out of the chair. I'd be in sad shape if I had dentistry phobia considering the number ofDental Story :: When I spent my year in Vietnam, I had two Wisdom Teeth on the bottom "row" that started to come in wrong, apparently, my jaw was unable to accommodate or some such, anyhow .. it was painful as Hell ..
At any rate, the fine folks at the Army Dental Corps were kind enough to provide extraction services .. I believe they were based on methods used in the Civil War days, when Barbers doubled as Dentists .... first problem was inadequate use of Novocaine, or at least injecting the wrong area .. being a lowly enlisted man, and essentially still a kid, who was I to stop the Officer and object .. ?? So, as I sat, body rigid from pain, he was unable to get enough leverage for some reason, and practically put a knee on my chest as he finally craaaaaked one loose and got it out
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