It's NOT an STD

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I am a terrible sister. Let's just get that out of the way. About once a month Josh whispers in my ear, "Don't you want to ...?" or "Don't you think you should ...?" in relation to one sister or another. He always thinks I should be doing more for them, with them than I do. I always say no. Josh has sister issues because of his sister who unofficially divorced her family years ago.

In the middle of the night I woke up to Josh nudging me with his knee. "Sammer. Sam is that your sister?" I was in the middle of a very busy dream.  There was massive construction, there were wheelchairs, hot construction guys, a race, and people from work. A lot to keep track of, and it was hard to understand Josh. Of course my sister's not a construction worker, what was he talking about? (By the way in my dream, one of the construction workers took his shoes off and had me stand on his feet while he walked me across a metal beam and he was wearing dress socks. Does that mean anything?)

"Sam! One of them's crying." I still couldn't leave my dream. None of the wheelchair people were crying; what was he talking about? They were totally calm. I was trying to be like them.

Then Josh was standing over the bed, pulling me into a sitting position. "Al is crying in the bathroom. She wants you." Now I was up. Knocking on the bathroom door, I stuck my head in. "Did you get your period?" Danielle was behind me trying to shove the door open more. Alex claimed it hurt horribly when she peed. "So just pee really fast?" I suggested. Al cried harder.

Danielle pulled at my arm. "She has an STD!" What? We stood there arguing about which STD's cause painful peeing while Alex cried in pain and yelled that she didn't have an STD. Josh wandered by. He claimed he looked it up, Alex had a UTI, and needed cranberry juice. The three of us stood there staring at each other. Somebody had to volunteer to go out and get cranberry juice. I was confident that if I crawled back into bed within the next two minutes I could get back to my dream and make sure the wheelchairers got across the beams to the other side in time.

Josh threw on a t-shirt and went. Much later, after we woke up at an appropriate time, he told me the only reason he went was because of being scared he'd get stuck having to stay at home talking her down through the bathroom door. No clue what happened to the wheelchair people.