I dreamed a dream

When I woke up this morning I was MAD. Then I realized I'd been dreaming - a really crazy dream. You know how dreams seem to mix a whole bunch of stuff into one? Well, I think this dream was a mixture of Michael Jackson news, my dentist appointment yesterday, my friend Kat's dentist appointment last week, and VBS. So here goes.

In my dream I needed to have dental work done. It seemed my dentist was a good friend (that's the part from Kat), and he was doing my dental work in his house. Before doing the work he was giving me medicine to put me to sleep (that's the part from MJ news). So I was sleeping, but I started to wake up and realized that the dental work wasn't done yet. I looked over and there was one of my 7th grade boys. (He's been coming to VBS this week.) I asked him why the dentist hadn't done my tooth yet - he had waited too long, and now I was already awake. He didn't seem to know, so I got up and went out to another room. There was my friend, the dentist, and a bunch of other family and friends, and it was already the next morning. I found out that while I was out cold, they had gone out to a party or family gathering or something, and had completely forgotten about me and about my dental work. I was yelling, "You went WITHOUT me?? How could you just forget about me like that?" And then I woke up feeling absolutely furious. Aren't dreams ridiculous?

This afternoon was almost like a bad dream. I took my dad and stepmother to his appointment with his cardiologist. We arrived at 1:00, a little early for his 1:20 echocardiogram. That was followed by a chest xray. Then a visit with the doctor himself was next, scheduled at 2:45. We got to his teeny tiny waiting room 15 minutes early. There really wasn't room for wheel chairs, and his was not the only one. But we found a place for him and began to wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.

After about an hour-and-a-half we were finally escorted to a little room. And there we waited some more. And waited. And waited. At long last the doctor arrived, looked at his xrays, the bloodwork and echo results, decided things look stable, we'll keep his meds the same as before, and we were dismissed. It was almost 5:00!!!! We were HUNGRY and thirsty and my dad had not brought any of his pain meds along.

But I want to say that he and my stepmother are both so tremendously easy and pleasant to be with, that even in such a miserable situation, I thoroughly enjoyed being with them. On the half hour trip home I had the local Christian radio station on, and they played a Gaither song, "Feeling at Home in the Presence of Jesus," a song our family used to sing at programs back in the day. And just like in the old days, Daddy sang bass. It just totally blessed my heart to hear him sing.