Last night, I had a dream that I was diagnosed with a fatal disease and given a week to live. My imagination picked Chronic Pulmonary Disorder, aka Emphysema. In the dream, I asked the doctor how he came up with that diagnosis and he clammed up - claiming that I was getting confrontational. The dream ended when I realized that this guy wasn't really my doctor and that I had to set up an appoinment with my own.
Weird, huh?
3 comments:
Totally bizarre! Did you happen to watch the Seinfeld episode where Elaine is given the "difficult" title by her doctors right before bed?
"What are you writing?"
Hee.
I had a similar dream last week, though it had nothing to do with a fatal disease or a doctor. Oh...I guess it wasn't so similar.
you should always confront doctors. F them if they get offended. That said, it's good it was a dream!
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