Dreams

I have been having some weird dreams lately. I don't know if it has to do with my rum/whiskey intake or what, but some of them actually warrant sharing.

For example, I had a dream the other night that my cough wasn't going away. It was decided that I needed to have my tonsils removed. I didn't have health insurance so I said, "Eh, I'll just have Carolyn do it. I trust her." Carolyn didn't want to get in trouble for doing a non-cat in her clinic, so we decided to do it in the basement instead.

So some big, burly 'vet tech' guy poked me in the butt with Telazol. I got sleepy enough where I couldn't move, but I was still fully aware of everything, even after they gassed me. The good news is that the surgery didn't hurt, but I could feel the tonsils being removed.

Carolyn used the same technique she uses when neutering a cat.

I think I spend too much time at the clinic.