I learned the word: concomitant. I only learned it because when I was reading medical journals in the hospital, I wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to die due to concomitant usage of two tocolytic drugs. I did not.
This morning, I had what was probably the most comfortable sleep - in the last year. However, it was not without its drawbacks. I also managed to have one of the worst nightmares of my life. Somehow, it didn't hurt the physical comfort.
Let me tell you about my crazy.
The Hub and I went to visit his parents for a quiet visit and it turned out that they had invited the entire extended family to see us. No good - especially when I was supposed to be on bed rest. So, I said some choice words and then took off in the car - leaving the Hub to manage.
On my way out of his small hometown, I took a moment to go mountain biking in an alleyway (think city brick-lined alley.) As I rode through, I noticed that there were piles of dead livestock - horses, primarily. One, particularly, had a pile of baby horses just outside the entrace to their garage.
So, ever the cavalier, I strode into the garage to read the riot act to the owners. I got their sob story about being unable to care for the horses. . . of course, none of this was important once I was asked to "show" their new breed of miniature cows at the state fair.
The rest of the dream consisted of me struggling to pull on shiny new muck boots and practicing marching around the arena with a miniature cow in tow.
Now, you tell me. What the fuck does this have to do with anything?
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