Dreams.

I went to the clinic, which was located in a school building, and while waiting for the doctor, a classmate invited me to be a guest co-host on their cringeworthy radio show. Their "office" was set up behind one of the desks in an active classroom, where other students were sitting at the same time. But shortly after the show started, she was called away to do other things, and I was left as the only entertainer for the entire duration. I was rummaging through a pile of crumpled, tiny scraps of paper from notebooks, on which numbers were written, representing the numbers of topics/questions from listeners in some other list that I didn't even have. I was inwardly cringing at the ridiculous organization of the process, and eventually, I gave up on it and just skipped that segment. At first, I tried to shout over the noise of the students at the neighboring desks, forcing myself to interact with them and just talking to fill the time while waiting for the real host to return, but she didn't come back. There was also a moment when I had cough drops in my mouth, which were clacking against my teeth, and I couldn't spit them out, and it wasn't an option to crush them right in front of the microphone. Eventually, she returned with a group of teachers and other people, and they started lining up to take a picture while I was trying to squeeze out the last bit of content from the show. At the end, she made a couple of comments like, "You were silent here while you were looking for something, but you should have been talking non-stop," but I didn't take her criticism to heart because I felt that, overall, given the circumstances, I had done a pretty good job and that I would never be in such a situation again. And I never got to see the doctor that day.