I am having zombie anxiety dreams. Where I'm on a life boat with a small crew of people and zombies are closing in on us and we have no weapons with which to smash their heads in. You know the dream. Wait, you do not know the dream? Well then I'm sure you're better rested than I am. Congratulations.
My assumption is that the dreams are connected to my Dad's (possible) surgery today and not being able to fight off his zombies (bad gallbladder) because I don't have any weapons (medical knowledge and ability to perform surgery). To complicate matters he also has blood clots in his lungs now. He has to have some sort of filter attached to a blood vessel in his groin. And they're doing an MRI this morning to check for other stuff. So, any people (or zombies) who read this: could you please think good thoughts for him? Thanks.