There's nothing like waiting in a doctor's surgery to realise the physical health and freedom I have is a good thing, and how much worse off I would be without it, and how much a better place I am in now than 5-10 years ago. I spent a lot of time in those places in my forties, and I don't want to go back to being unwell again.
I had a sunspot removed from my face. All that running in the sun is a risk for skin damage. I was relieved it wasn't cancer.
In my first dream this last night I was so anxious that I started bleeding (it was just a drop of blood on my nose actually) blue blood. Then the people around me started talking about phobias and if they were curable (because of what had happened to me), I don't remember much more than that.
It's Friday the 13th! And 12 days before Christmas.
I've been hearing this song "12 days of Christmas" since childhood, but it's only today that I've started wondering, are there 12 days of Christmas? I thought there's only 1. If we actually count the 12 days of Christmas, beginning on 12/25, the 12th day would end up in January of next year, past New Year's!