Early this morning, I
dreamt I was having breakfast with Tyne Daly. We were in a corner of her kitchen, seated on
opposite sides of one of those banquette things, and Tyne (I call her by her first name because, after all, we were enjoying a meal together) served up a plate of
toast and chocolate chip cookies. Skip the toast; how often do you get to have
cookies for breakfast? I mean, usually
it’s plain yogurt with a banana sliced in, maybe blueberries on a particularly thrilling morning. Sometimes I have Life
cereal which I really like but leaves me a bit (shhh) gassy. So it’s either yogurt or maybe a hard boiled egg. The cookie was a delightful trade up.
I
took one bite, swallowed and remembered I was scheduled to have fasting blood
work. I awoke appalled, heart
aflutter.
Again,
Ann? Really?
You see, the dream was a repetition of yesterday (the
messing up the blood work part, not the cookie part). I had an appointment with a new
doctor, and in the -- is excitement really the word I want? -- of meeting him,
I went through my morning routine of making a cup of coffee with one sweetener
and a big blob of milk in denial about the blood work. It wasn't until I drained the last
delicious sip that I remembered. I didn’t
eat anything else just in case he decided a blob of milk
wouldn’t skew the results (although, yes, I really did know better), so I had
the worst of both worlds. I arrived at
the office ineligible for blood work and left my appointment starving. I planned on returning today, but in between
was that horrible, horrible dream. It
was so real that I panicked for a moment.
Anyway,
after my heart-palpitations relaxed, I fixed a cup of coffee, black this time. I toasted an English muffin, topped it with a
fried egg -- no, no, for LATER. The technician drained a test tube’s worth of
blood from my elbow. I watched in fascination. I always do.
Five minutes later I was at the dance studio, sitting in the parking unwrapping breakfast.
And
Tyne? Gimme a call. I’m happy to have breakfast with you any
time, especially if you serve more cookies!
