Reva is an active consumer of media aimed towards women's self-care. Reva in particular constantly hounds the narrator over her poor self-care habits. In contrast, those around her see her sleep as an act of self-destruction. I thought that it was going to save my life.” The narrator sees her year of sleep as a positive and healing move in her life, an attempt to work through her grief and anhedonia. Of her hibernation, the narrator writes, "Not that what I was doing was suicide. The narrator also speculates that her boss at the art gallery is having an affair with one of the young artists whom she represents. After Reva becomes pregnant, the boss transfers her to a different location as a way of "solving" this problem. The theme of professional misconduct also occurs in Reva's painful sexual relationship with her boss. Tuttle becomes an unwitting accomplice to the narrator's hibernation project which is supported by the drugs that she prescribes. Tuttle exhibits negligence by recklessly prescribing drugs. I wanted her to think I was a nervous wreck, but fully operative, so she’d prescribe whatever she thought might knock me out the hardest.”ĭr. Tuttle knew nothing about my hibernation project. Just in case”…She never asked how my work in Chicago was going, or what I was doing there. “If your insurance asks, say you were here weekly in person. She said we could talk over the phone every week, or not, as long as I gave her postdated checks for my copayments in advance. So I told her that I was “freelancing in Chicago” and could only see her in person once a month. Tuttle once a week, but after I left Ducat, I didn’t want to have to make the trek down to Union Square that often. The narrator explains, “I’d been seeing Dr. She yearns for her parents although they are dead. From the reams about her parents, the reader can surmise that she is undergoing psychological turmoil due to being orphaned. Tuttle warned her of possible side effects such as hallucinations. It is implied that they might result from the sleeping drugs: Dr. In the dream, I understood that the tangle of hair was my father’s cancer.” The dreams emerge in the course of the narrator’s hibernation. It was like the kind of fur ball a cat coughs up or a clog in a bathtub drain. I dreamt that I lathered up my mother’s pubic hair with a bar of Ivory soap in the shower, then pulled a tangle of hair out of her vagina. I discovered the boy, pale and malnourished, and together we conspired to burn down the house. I dreamt my dad had an illegitimate son he kept in the closet of his study. The narrator recounts, “And then there were the dreams about my parents, which I never mentioned to Dr. Written by people who wish to remain anonymous We are thankful for their contributions and encourage you to make your own. You get a set of three for under $10, so your giftee won't feel too bad if they accidentally lose one.These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. These faux-leather tassel bookmarks are pretty, fairly durable, and not corny. I stumbled upon these at Target when I was looking for a cheap set that looked nice but wasn't made out of paper or plastic.
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