Argh

Lots of kitty affection in this cold weather.

I'm in two minds as to whether I should cancel my dr appt Tuesday.

It's just for blood results to send along with the specialist referral, and I dont expect they will be much different to last years. I don't see any reason to make an appearance since he doesn't want to prescribe me anything until after I see the specialist.

I fancy playing hard to get, just in case the new random dr actually takes an interest.
I've decided I  will re-engage when he actualy asks me a question.

I am excessively uncomfortable talking about myself on a one to one situation.
I am just not comfortable being intimate with complete strangers.

He didn't even ask about my home situation or if i had any support last visit.
Lets see what happens.

In the meantime im trying to work out if i can drop a shift.

Only .. if i can drop a shift, they aint going to give it back when i feel better.
I can live on 5 or less hundred dollars a week for a few months, but not for more than that cause it doesnt really leave extra for things like rego and Xmas.
Sigh.

Had a night chock filled with vivid dreams.

Nightmare culminating in devil possessed smallest pet cat Wombat with blue light shining from her eyes and unable to remember the words to the Lord Prayer.

Woke muttering "Our father who art in heaven" and resorted to pulling tbe blanket over my head until i felt better.

Second dream involved a marriage ceremony for Prince Harry and Meaghan or howsoever she spells her name.  I was a minor clergy in a garden ceremony with only  maybe twentyish people there and i stuffed my lines.  But there was this whole other spinof about having their honeymoon on the Canary Islands for three weeks and treasured australian comedians like Denise Drysdae reminiscing, publicspeaking, about their time on the Canary Islands and the buses not having working breaks and all the near accidents they had.

There was this whole virtual experience/teaser but without having to wear stoopid looking headsets to sell the Royal family on the Island honeymoon experience.

It was one of those special dream moments when all feels right with the world and it has maybe cured/made up for/compensated for all the worlds ills.

Running my hand through illustional virtual dream reality sea water lapping a moden concrete building on a half submerged concrete broadwalk with decorative specimen mangrove trees. Sun shining.  Water dancing gently in the breeze playing with the blue of the sky and the grey of the concrete and dappled with leaves and occasional mangrove root protrubances.

I have no idea what the Canary Islands is like, or the state of their public transport and no semblance of my dreamscape should be taken as a derogatory opinion/statement of the actual place.

I am sure its lovely.

I dont know.
Maybe its just i sign that I should go myself to the Canary Islands?