Chapter 5a -- Rita's Nightmares

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Date Posted: 18:16:30 12/10/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 5a

The Walk-Over
Chapter 5
Words: 1600
Ann's Invisible Medical Book
(Two Dreams mixed with reality)

Often dreams would reflex our personal concerns and could provide the
dreamer with reality areas to research. I had noticed that the dreams would
offer needed information, while I gathered reality information.

At night dreams would continue to appear, saying, "Remember."
My thoughts would flash to when my husband had gallstones removed from
his bladder in 1977.

Inside the dream, I could clearly see myself sitting in our family
physician's office, asking the doctor, "If my husband had a liver problem
before the surgery, would he still have the liver problem after?"

Dr. Spiering removed the fancy, carved, dark wooden pipe from between
his teeth to answer, "Yes, probably so!"

The dream's sharp image drew my attention to a doctor's manila folder that
sat on my lap. I opened the pages to find that the print was a blur. Yet,
I forced my eyes to read through the smudge. I flipped to the last page
where the words "Hodgkin's disease" were the only understandable ones.
This was a second dream that told that my husband had Hodgkin's disease.

When I woke, my thoughts flashed to when my husband had gallstones removed
from his bladder in 1977. For ten years the osteopathic doctor had handled
our family ailments. I had liked Dr. Spiering because of his blunt attitude
to explain a health situation with a minimum amount of understandable words.

In 1977, the official Michigan religion was a human god called doctor/drug
prescriber. It was also known that an untreated infection would turn tissue
malignant. Meanwhile, good lawmakers had to create a new law that permitted
the United States' medical god's subjects the right to his or her medical
records.

I felt that Dr. Spiering had given false information in 1977. Yet, he
claimed to be unaware of the medical updated childhood problem. The good
doctor was not there to patronize. I felt that the truth should be
presented, not patronized. Dr. Spiering was an older, tall, heavy-set man,
who learned most of his medical schooling during the Second World War. He
was an honest doctor that left Michigan, because he wasn't in medicine to
lie about medical truth.

A few days after the 1979 Hodgkin's disease dream, I drove to Dr. Spiering's
office, and asked the doctor about hubby's 1977 bladder surgery. The
questions that I had asked in the dream, I again asked in reality.

Dr. Spiering was a pipe smoker and he had several pipes. Today in reality,
he had the same one as in the dream. Exactly as he did in the dream, Dr.
Spiering removed his fancy pipe, saying, "Yes, probably so!" His reply, too,
was the same as it was in the dream, but the folder item that the dream had
shown was nowhere in sight.

Since I was in the doctor's office in 1979, I didn't want to leave without
seeing hubby's folder, so I asked Dr. Spiering's nurse Bobby, if I could see
Bill's folder. She graciously smiled, saying, "Sure."

I flipped though hubby's folder, looking for the words "Hodgkin's disease".
The words weren't there, but there was a strange-to-me gall bladder biopsy
description. All the doctors involved knew that there was an abscess in
Hubby's gall bladder. I thought that an abscess was an infection sign. It
surprised me that hubby had left the hospital with an untreated infection. I
had a pencil and paper in my purse, so I started to write the biopsy
description down. Bobby walked over, saying, "I didn't know that you were
going to do that!" and she took hubby's folder back to the filling cabinet.

I left the doctors office wondering why my husband was never prescribed any
antibiotics.

The folder incident had greatly upset me. I wanted a copy, so I decided to
write to the Insurance Company that paid for the gall bladder surgery. I
ended up with a list of 20 questions, half of which the words were
misspelled.

The following dream would be an example about how dreams could offer an
explanation to unanswered reality questions.

That night in my dreams, I remembered that my neighbor Ann was a nurse. I
could see my dreamself walking up our dirt driveway in the bright sunlight,
thinking about borrowing her dictionary. In the dream, I could feel the
pebbles beneath my feet as I moved toward Ann's house. As I approached the
house, I could see through Ann's screen door that the house door was open.
I knocked once and Ann appeared dressed in a white turtleneck with a gray
A-shaped skirt. Ann was a bubbly, athletic person. She spoke in her
energetic tone, "Come in neighbor. What can I do for you?"

"I would like to borrow your medical dictionary," I replied.

Ann walked to her bookcase and returned with a 9"x11" burgundy-colored
cover book, saying, "I have a much better book for you to read."

She handed me a highly technical picture medical book. It wasn't the book
that I was looking for, so I flipped it open. It was mostly diagrams, and
the words describing disease symptoms were written in layman's English.
Each disease-associated page was filled with extremely detailed diagrams
displaying malformations and symptoms outside and inside the body. I was
impressed with two blood disease pages that sat side by side. One was
Hodgkin's disease and the other disease I would forget as quickly as I would
see it. "Okay, I'll borrow this one."

I brought Ann's medical book home to quickly read about the six subjects
under the Pernicious Anemia caption: Leukemia, Sickle Cell Anemia, Hodgkin's
Disease, etc. (Three diseases, I couldn't pronounce and didn't write down.)

In the dream, it appeared as the next day when I returned Ann's book to ask
a few questions about Hodgkin's disease. I pointed to the one page, saying:
"Bill has the Hodgkin's disease symptoms."

Ann shook her head, pointing to the second page opposite of the Hodgkin's
disease, replying: "No, his symptoms match this disease much better."

My mouth dropped as I replied, "That disease sounds so terminal that they
don't give any treatment for it. Yet, look at the diagram. It's written as
if they documented the disease advancement while watching the patient die.
It sounds like an act against humanity!"

Ann shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Oh, well! That's the patient's
tough luck!"

I ended the irritating conversation by going home.
I woke annoyed, and interested in researching Michigan medical history.

The next day I remembered that during the conversation, I became stressed
and annoyed and had forgotten to borrow Ann's medical dictionary, which was
why I had visited her in the first place.

In reality I was visiting Ann for the first time, while thinking I was
visiting her for the third time. I knocked. Ann opened the door, and I
quickly asked, "May I borrow your medical dictionary?"

Ann acted flabbergasted. She astonishingly asked, "How did you know that
I had a medical dictionary?"

"You're a nurse," I calmly answered, thinking that Ann had an extremely
short memory. I had remained upset with our special-diagram book
conversation, and didn't wish to rehash the discussion again.

Four years had passed since the dream where I had borrowed Ann's
diagramed-medical book on March 1, 1979.
On March 1, 1983, I had changed my mind about rehashing the
symptoms showed in the special-diagram book with
my know-it-all neighbor with the so-he's-going-to-die attitude.
It upset me to know that if the drug prescriber chose not to prescribe
effective antibiotics, the prescription drug law permitted it.

(Ann's Invisible Medical Book continued with Chapter 5b)

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