Sunday. Rough night last night. I woke up hollering for Dan to help me. I couldn't breathe. I think it was just a bad dream. But, it scared both of us and we didn't sleep so well for the rest of the night. Me, because I didn't want to have that dream again. Dan, because he wanted to make sure I was still alive by morning.

Church today. I slept in between services. I made it back for the evening service but I didn't feel so well. I think I was mostly fatigued.

I'm taking a benadryl tonight. I'm not going through that again!