Sometimes now I dream of being out somewhere busy--such as a shopping mall, church, or other large gathering--yet somehow I have forgotten my respirator and don't even have a disposable one for backup.

[likelyjanlukas@mstdn.ca]

Sometimes now I dream of being out somewhere busy--such as a shopping mall, church, or other large gathering--yet somehow I have forgotten my respirator and don't even have a disposable one for backup.

As the dream goes on, I change from making hopeful excuses to myself such as "I won't be here long, exposure is probably minimal" to being more and more worried that with being on sustained #oral #chemotherapy, the risks are just getting higher and far too unsafe.

At that point, some sort of panic-type threshhold is met, and I awaken.

This dream seems a perfectly reasonable update to the whole 'arriving without pants for a high school exam' trope … but the REALLY weird bit, IMO, is that IRL, I am wearing a #CPAP mask throughout the night.

Every night.

There is no part of my 24 hours where at least eight of them include wearing a well-sealed, pressurised mask.

And, IRL, I never mix in public or uncertain spaces without my #ElastomericRespirator due to chemo, etc.

Utterly wild experience.