I remembered one of the crazy dreams.

I've been dreaming every night since the new bed,
vivid and crazy and then not being able to remember them to write about them.

However, last night I had one that stuck with me.
I had no legs, I was a middle-aged women (looked nothing like myself),
and two friends also middle-aged ladies who were also legless.
Just like, enough of stumps to very slowly walk with,
and we three insisted on "walking" rather than wheelchair and such.

So I had these other 2 ladies over to my house for tea,
my house had very low kitchen counters and appliances,
but for some reason I had normal height couches.
So we fetched our tea and small sandwiches from the kitchen,
"walked" into the living room, sat the tea and stuff on the end table.
And climbed up onto the couch.

I was a doctor. I had invited my friends over to tell them that I was about to let a close (also) doctor friend of mine, perform a procedure that would put a port of sorts at the base of my spine so that mechanical legs could plug into it. It was going to be painful, it was going to take long months of getting use to and re-learning things.

Then suddenly fast forward, I'm in the hospital and they have just finished the procedure and have put the "legs" on me. It is suddenly amazing to be as tall as everyone else. Because the implant was new the area around the base of my spine had to be numbed, this somehow resulted in me being unable to control the top half of my spine/neck, also that with my brain suddenly using other nerves it hadn't in years this would persist for a few months past the cessation of local anaesthesia at the site of the implant. So there was some sort of metal round bar up my spine on the outside of my back and back of neck. I

For some reason I was back on rounds right away, minutes after first putting on the legs. This doesn't seem practical at all, but they did seem to have given me limited duties. So I spent a lot of time just walking around talking to patients.

The mechanical legs were more obvious then they'd be later,
due to the still healing of the implant site and the bar to hold up the top half of my spine.

In the midst of explaining my legs, yet again, a co-worker accidentally wrenched me off center,
from the top spine supports, so my head was lolling, and suddenly my lower back was in INTENSE pain.
Hobbled back to the proper ward and my doctor.
It was then determined that the implant itself had also become wrenched, there was bruising around,
and some of the stitches were bleeding.
Then it was also determined that the level of painkillers required would pretty much knock me out,
so that was enough for today, best to just take me out of the legs for today and give everything a rest.

The "unplugging" of the leg contacts from the base of my spine was THE MOST PAINFULL THING IN THE WORLD.
I'm rarely, rarely vocal about pain, this had me whimpering and "ahhh!"ing.

I'm sure if someone had been in the room while I was sleeping I probably made noises.

So they finally got me out, nearly instant relief, the pain just subsided to a dull ache,
and I was hungry, they told me to go sit down and handed me a bowl of some sort of food.
I did my stumps walk over to a big fluffy couch, sat down, got settled, realised I had no fork.
waved until I got someone's attention and they brought me a fork.

And that was pretty much the end of it, I can't remember anything past that.
I must have been laying awkwardly cause my lower back is sore for the first time since the new bed.

In other news;

Yesterday was quite a lovely day,
when J got home we went off to Olive Garden,
spent money we shouldn't, just cause it's his favourite place,
and he didn't get to go with when mother took me there on our birthday.

We went to the newer one by the redrock
I guess it's the newer style, it was quite pleasant.
Looked exactly like this picture:

Except with no snow, cause well, it's June ... In Las Vegas.

With all the poor and barely affording food,
it was very lovely and relaxing,
we sat in a booth by the bar,
our waiter was wonderful, a big polite silly man.

I'm very picky about waitstaff so that's high praise from me.

There was some crankiness before as the casino he usually
cashes his cheques at gave him trouble,
so I was stuck in car with the highly amusing, cranky sans smokes J,
for a while, until cheque was cashed and smokes bought for him,
and olive garden arrived at.

So that was my largely uneventful lovely lovely day yesterday.
Just an out to eat with the roommate guy.