Karen- did you work at one of those places that pays patients to take their TB meds?
I know the side effects are not pretty... it's either Rifampin or one of the other ones... makes your sweat turn orange? I learned in pharmacology that you aren't supposed to wear nice clothes while on it (whichever med it is) because it ruins your clothes, sheets, etc.
I am still of the age that phone calls in the middle of the night are usually drunken friends:
"hey... hey, Amy? Where are you?"
"...home. In bed."
"Hey... you should come out to the bar!"
(in the background: "Amy! Hey, gimme the phone!")
New friend: "I miss you!"
And so on...
Seeing a face in my window at night. I used to have a basement bedroom, and I would pass the backdoor on the landing, where my mom didn't have any curtains cavering it, and I would be terrified to go up or sown the stair late at night because I was scared of a face peering in at me... the fear follows me.
This one really sucks- I love roller coasters, but lately when on one, I'll sonetimes start thinking about what would ahppen if it flew off the tracks, or the harnesses let loose... that one follows me into my dreams sometimes. Kind of a killjoy.
Viruses scare me. Not any one in particular, but just their function in general... first of all scientists aregue about whether they are or are not alive- creepy in and of itself. Then, they get into your cells, and replicate, and use your own body as a virus factory... creepy. And you can't really kill them, either- even antiviral drugs just lessen their impact until it runs its course... or in the case of say, herpes, keeps the exacerbations lower.
Did I lock the door?
What if there's a fire?
What if my cat runs outside and gets hit by a car?
Oh God, my period's late!
Good thread Karen.