Today I had a brain MRI. Last week when I thought I lost the diamond earrings, it made me wonder if I had new or more active brain mets. I get the results next Monday.
I saw Dr G while at Minor and James. He looked frazzled and said he had six patients waiting. The nurses all agreed it was a rough and busy day, but they took good care of me anyway.
I also saw Dr Dobie the shrink again, and we have tweaked my meds again to try to get me better sleep. I am starting 50 mg of Trazodone tonight and tomorrow night. If it works, great. If it doesn't help, I will stop taking it and call her at the end of the week.
Last night I dreamed that I was looking for my car and couldn't find it. When I woke up, I decided the dream was symbolic of worry about losing my independence. I had visited a dying friend yesterday and that experience must have stuck with me into dreamland.