One more dream

While I'm talking about dreams, I thought that I would write another crazy dream I had last month.

I had been wanting to start exercising, but had been feeling too lousy and tired. One day, I started to get frustrated with myself, because even when I finally wasn't dehydrated, I was still so tired and out of breath, I could hardly do anything. I wondered if it was just in my mind, or maybe lack of will power.

That night I dreamed that I was working on my thesis, and several different professors I was working with me informed me that my blood work showed that I had cytopenia. Umm... okay. I had no idea what that meant. But it was so vivid that when I awoke, I looked it up. And sure enough, it was a word. It meant low blood count. Now, in nursing, we talk about subsets of cytopenia, like anemia or neutropenia, but I seriously don't remember ever using the word cytopenia, and neither did some other nurses I talked to. But as soon as I read the definition, it hit me, "of course! I'm just anemic! That's totally normal in pregnancy... especially because I had been too sick to keep down any prenatal vitamins.

So thanks to my dream, I made sure to take my prenatal vitamins and eat more iron, and have since started feeling better. Kind of cool, huh.