Am I neurotic? (rhetorical question, don’t reply to that.)
I woke up in a cold sweat at 5:08 this morning, a scream lodged in my throat. It was a really bad nightmare.
I dreamed I was running around doing errands. I get home and Bryce is helping me unload the car when I receive THE call.
“Mrs. P, this is Dr. P….” but before he can finish, I KNOW what he’s calling about.
I hurriedly say, nay scream, “Bryce, get your stuff, we gotta…” but then I look at my watch. It’s too late. Much too late.
The doctor continues in my ear: “Uh, yeah, you missed Bryce’s orthodontic appointment AGAIN. I’ve called the police…”
It was then I woke up. When I calmed down I realized it was Wednesday, early Wednesday. There was still time to make that 2:15 pm appointment today. Or, to miss it, depending on where the brain goes. Where does it go? I miss it sometimes. I’ve also missed a lot of appointments relating to teeth. Coincidence? I had a lot of time to think about it though, I couldn’t get back to sleep.