January 18, 2010
My dad pulled a large grey fleece over my shoulders. He asked why I didn't want to wear glasses and I said contacts were easier. We arrived at the same emergency room a couple months ago. I felt lucid, but frustrated over not being able to put my shoulder back in myself. An attractive male nurse with shaved black hair and tennis shoes asked a few questions and I answered most of them, even though my dad was more than willing to do so himself. He then called another nurse and said I looked fine. So do you, I dreamt.