Well this has been eventful. I need bullets to make this work I think.

• The Lareau's got a dog. A seven-year-old beagle whose name is Mia.
• My letter has 255 comments on it. I'm wishing people would STOP.
• Today at my appointment, my neurologist suggested that I undergo a sleep lab. Which is, spending a night in the hospital, with electrodes on my head and chest and where ever else, with the doctors monitoring my sleep. He suggested this because of the dreams. I'm starting to think that the dreams might be the root of the problems I've had for the past few months. It's so disturbing in so many ways.
• I had a driving experience from hell today. Situationally, and setting and so on and so forth, it was awful. However, I handled it beautifully and really, I rather enjoyed it. I felt at ease and confident, except when my mom told me I need to a) brake faster than I was and b) go faster than I was. I still have insecurities about my speed in some places and slowing down. I want to be a good driver in the area of braking. I don't want to jerk people around, I want smooth, easy stops. Anyway! This morning. We left home on time, and all was well until we got to the first CVS on Bridge St. The line of cars began at the set of lights directly after the CVS. We inched forward. Mum and I needed to turn left at the lights to go over the bridge at Saints Memorial. On a normal day, with normal traffic, reaching the lights from the first CVS, usually takes 2-5 minutes. Today it took over 20 minutes. There are two sets of lights after CVS and before the main set at the intersection. The cars moved at turtle paces and many, many drivers turned off onto different streets, or turned around entirely to escape from the mess. Mum and I persevered though because neither of us was sure how to get to the neurologists' from another angle according to our current location. We get to the intersection (eventually. Mum called the office 15 minutes into the waiting to move to tell them we were late and were very sorry), I turn left with no problem and then we're confronted with the reason for the traffic jam. The bridge, the one we needed to cross, was having road work done. It was closed. Or at least, very very crowded. There was a long line of cars hoping to cross the bridge. Well, we tossed that plan. I went straight, continuing under the rotary, turned around, and headed back the way we'd just came. We get to the lights and the messy intersection again, and I turn left to go over the bridge that was there, that took us to East Merrimack Street, in downtown. We went straight, turned left at the lights, and I had to do some nifty side street maneuvering and some bold take charge moves. We reached the doctor's office. 35 minutes late.
•  We got there, dashed up the stairs to the third floor, and of course, they were busy, we waited not nearly as long as I thought though. Ten minutes maybe. I was a chatterbox in there, being very careful and detailed with what I said because I want it all done right and taken care of, and to do that, you need to be thorough with your doctor.
• We left there, and I got to do more take charge risky driving to get us the heck out of there. I'm so glad I stayed calm and patient. Otherwise Mom and I would have been wrecks. We got back to Dracut, I ran into Bank of America, we went to CVS, and then we went home. 

So long. So tiring. So wishing for a rest. I have one more post (I think just one anyway) and then I have things to do. I have a LIST of things to do. Whew.