Dream

Posted on April 19, 2004 in Dreams

During the last hour or two of my sleep, I wandered through endless waiting rooms. Finally, I got in to see the doctor, a young fellow who was not my usual practitioner. Wearing my off-white cargo pants, I took at seat at the square table as he opened up my file and cast a desultory look over its contents. I recited for him my medications. He was going to ask about my diabetes, but I wanted to raise the question of the medicine that the other fellow had given me, lysinopril. I told him about my dry cough. He shook his head and said that the drug had nothing to do with it. He got up, pulled out a multi-page green handout and set it in front of me to read. It talked about heart conditions that the medicine could cause. I scanned it and noted that it said that this list was not complete. I mentioned it. He told me that that was the final say on the matter and clapped my file shut.