Pre-Surgery Panic
Why is it that only the really, really crappy dreams come the friggin moment you REALLY don't need them?
It's 5:30am... I didn't realize that the sun isn't around at 5:30am, I sorta always assumed that it was. God knows I wouldn't be. At 6:30, I go in. At 7:00 I go under.
And somehow, I imagine I would be slightly less nervous if I hadn't woken up from a nightmare of me at (I am NOT friggin kidding... I am NOT creative enough to make this crap up) an apolcalyptic Disneyland, where I ran around the destroyed park (and rode space mountain (I'm sorta surprised that I survived.)) and received calls from my father several times, telling me that the surgery had gone wrong and he'd send me to another doctor.
THEN, as I was walking to my car to visit another doctor, I saw some dude chilling out around my car, so I walked up and was like, "Dude, WTF?!" and he was all like, "I remember you, we went to high school together! Do you remember Abby?"
So he proceeds to tell me that he HAD been planning on breaking into my car and murdering me but then he saw my picture (with my neice) and decided that he just wanted a ride. So I drove him to BFE (or Butt-Fudge Egypt, for all you "citified" folk) and just as I dropped him off, I get ANOTHER call from the new doctor, who tells me that the surgery went wrong and they'd have to forcibly amputate my leg, "There's no telling what it'll do, m'am."
...Like my LEG was the convict.
Why couldn't I have this nightmare sometime when I'd find it just SLIGHTLY more amusing? It's a cracked out dream!
TheGreyLady
It's 5:30am... I didn't realize that the sun isn't around at 5:30am, I sorta always assumed that it was. God knows I wouldn't be. At 6:30, I go in. At 7:00 I go under.
And somehow, I imagine I would be slightly less nervous if I hadn't woken up from a nightmare of me at (I am NOT friggin kidding... I am NOT creative enough to make this crap up) an apolcalyptic Disneyland, where I ran around the destroyed park (and rode space mountain (I'm sorta surprised that I survived.)) and received calls from my father several times, telling me that the surgery had gone wrong and he'd send me to another doctor.
THEN, as I was walking to my car to visit another doctor, I saw some dude chilling out around my car, so I walked up and was like, "Dude, WTF?!" and he was all like, "I remember you, we went to high school together! Do you remember Abby?"
So he proceeds to tell me that he HAD been planning on breaking into my car and murdering me but then he saw my picture (with my neice) and decided that he just wanted a ride. So I drove him to BFE (or Butt-Fudge Egypt, for all you "citified" folk) and just as I dropped him off, I get ANOTHER call from the new doctor, who tells me that the surgery went wrong and they'd have to forcibly amputate my leg, "There's no telling what it'll do, m'am."
...Like my LEG was the convict.
Why couldn't I have this nightmare sometime when I'd find it just SLIGHTLY more amusing? It's a cracked out dream!
TheGreyLady