Ronald McBrittons.

Last month I had a dream about the doctor of mine that retired last year. I absolutely loved my Dr. B. and missed him so much. I had gone to him for over ten years and looked at him as a father figure and have mourned his retirement like the death of a family member. So, anyway let me get to the dream. It was like at first an overview of the place from above. There was a large parking lot with a little two room white trailer like they have on construction sites. Next, I was in the back room where Dr. B’s office and we were talking. A vehicle pulled up beside the window to the office. Dr. B told me to open the window. I said, No you can’t talk to me and them too. He said, sure I can. The woman told him what was wrong and he told her to pull to the next window to pay and get her prescription.  So I sat in his office as a few more cars came by and repeated the process.

Is it my subconscious telling me the doctor’s office thing has gone to shit?  No more than a local fast food approach?  Where they get youd order wrong with cold fries? Obamacare?  It’s strange that I remember this dream because usually I don’t remember dreams.


About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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