Dang it!
So, for the second time today I attempted plasma donation at Biolife. And, for the second time in a row I nearly passed out…Hot, sweaty, narrowed vision, diminished hearing (as if under water). In some cases, those might be signs of a good time. This morning, not so much. Probably not going to be a donor.
A little Scary
So today I emailed UW-La Crosse and told them I would not be accepting a seat in their DPT program as I will be attending the University of MN-Twin Cities.
On another note, UofM does registration quite strangely. Rather than log into the site and registering for the classes you need, the PT department registers all their students at once. This is fine, except the U is currently awarding financial aid for the summer session, but we are not yet registered. The result: no financial aid award shows. Of course, once we are registered, aid will be awarded and everything will be fine. But, it would be nice to know that we’ll be able to pay our rent this summer…
Car Crash Dream
The dream started in a snowy church parking lot. My immediate family and extended family on my Dad’s side were all just getting done at Church. Not sure what we were there for, but we were all heading up to Gail’s. I was driving my G6 by myself because Jess was coming up later. Matt jumped into a red truck with some guy I don’t remember. I remember seeing Angie, Mitch, and the kids get into their van, Paul and Alisa their car, and grandma got into her car. But, grandma wasn’t going to drive, so mom and dad were figuring out where to leave her car. I tried to offer to help with moving a car, but my parents were already leaving in their car and grandma was going to wait in hers. So, I jumped into my car to follow everyone else who had already left.
Just as I was taking the on ramp to 53 heading N, the back of my car started fishtailing. I tried to correct it, but skidded sideways into the ditch. I don’t remember getting out of my car, but I was then standing in the shallow ditch, my car completely covered with snow. Scared and unsure how I was going to pay for the damage or a tow truck, I reached my hands into the snow, grabbed the car, lifted it into the air, and turned to set it back on the shoulder of the road. Passenger side widow was completely broken. Passenger side had a huge dent in it and the front of the car had smashed so far it looked square from the front. I remember Julie saying she liked the way the car looked and assuring me it was fine and I could leave it the way it was. I got back into the car to start driving.
Dream jumped to being in some sort of police vehicle. There was a group of us sitting around a table. At each stop we were supposed to stand up if we wanted to keep going to a different stop. Those who stayed seated just somehow disappeared off the bus. Others got on at each stop. Jon Larson was to my immediate left, Matt around the corner of the table. Across from me a tall, skinny guy without a shirt and a few other people. Most of us were standing. The bus came to its next stop are Renee Larson was led onto the bus by police and was in handcuffs. She was just smiling as she took her place on the far side of the table.
….My alarm woke me up…..
The Point
I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog for awhile, but had some reservations:
1. What would I blog about?
2. Who would want to read it anyway?
3. What would be the point/objective?
So, here’s how I now answer those questions as I begin this blog:
1. I’m still not sure. Some of what I want to do is journal. Provide a place for my thoughts and open them up for discussion and questions. I also want to create a place where I work through some life decisions Jess and I have made; to explain how I ended up where I am–not ordained and back in school for Physical Therapy.
1b. So, I want this also to be a place where I explore who I am becoming as a PT. What the process of schooling is like. Who I meet. The experiences I have. The challenges I face and how I deal with them. My successes and failures.
1c. I have also been having some very vivid dreams lately. Perhaps those will find there way here and this will also serve as a dream journal.
1d. Random thoughts and commentary will also inevitably make their way here.
2. I don’t care. May sound aloof. May sound self-involved. But, it is what it is. Maybe no one will follow this and read. Maybe some will. Either way, this space on the great ocean of internet is for me.
3. We will see. This experiment may end up being pointless. It may also help me and those who read these posts discover more about who I am.
With that, this journey begins. How often I post remains to be seen. This blog starts not as full concept, but a work-in-progress. May it be so.
