I dreamed I was a dog reading my own medical notes

I was a terrier with a head full of human thoughts, lying on a cold linoleum floor in a clinic that smelled like antiseptic and old paper. My owner — me — was writing something about 'chronic fatigue' in the chart, but I could read every word through the scrawl. I didn’t feel tired. I felt sharp. And then I barked at the nurse because she’d misread my blood pressure as 'elevated' when it was just my heart racing from the weight of knowing what I knew. When I woke up, my shoulder still ached from where I’d been lying on the edge of the bed, like I’d been there all night.