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Tuesday, May 21st, 2013
azoth
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3:27a
Dream Journal
I was lured to a room. I arrived there and was struck across my right shoulder, knocking me to the ground. A knee was pressed into my lower back and I was firmly pinned in place. A knife, a living knife made of muscle and sinew, was used to cut something from me; from my back. There was blood. So much blood that the room began to fill with it.
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(2 comments | comment on this) Tuesday, May 14th, 2013
azoth
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2:01a
Dream Journal
I dreamed that I could make things grow. By placing my hands on the ground and thinking about them I could draw forth plants, grasses and flowers from the earth. I recall that I enjoyed making mushrooms and toadstools grow.
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(comment on this) Friday, May 10th, 2013
azoth
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6:54p
Occultation of the Orbs
The past few weeks have been a somewhat anxious pause. From the horrible moment when I realised that I had a lump, to the initial examination by my doctor, which revealed more than one. The hours spent on the phone trying to navigate the horrible NHS scan booking system, to the two week wait for an ultrasound. Even the final thirty minute wait before my scan this morning seemed like an eternity.
However. All of that melts away, when you hear the words: "You don't have cancer."
I have a follow-up appointment in a few weeks time to discuss whether or not I'll need surgery.
Either way, I'm bloody glad that the big probe thing wasn't needed.
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