My spouse has an answer for everything
Apr. 5th, 2006 10:04 amThis morning I had a very unpleasant dream which involved having to put my poor kitty down because she'd developed some sort of weird tumor that was going to kill her. The weird parts were that somewhere in the middle of the dream Polly stopped being a cat and started being a little white chihuahua--and that the vet told me that while the procedure to remove whatever it was she had would take only ten minutes, it'd also cost a HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS. I told to the vet that
solarbird and I could not afford this, which of course meant that we'd have to put Polly down. When I woke up, I remember, I was in the middle of trying to find out how long Polly had to live and whether or not I could let her live out the rest of her days without having to actually put her down. Also? At no point during the dream do I actually remember asking the vet WHY a procedure that would take only ten minutes would cost so much.
When I told Dara about this upon our awakening, she pronounced that the vet was going to use transporter technology to remove the tumor from Polly non-invasively, and because of the energy draw, it would cost that much in electricity. "I have an answer for EVERYTHING," she informed me proudly. She DOES.
But at least I was sleeping heavily enough to have that intense of a dream before awakening, which means I've won back some more of my brain, which I need to get through the rest of the week. (I was certainly missing my brain yesterday evening when I left work--I discovered a few blocks away from Real that I'd actually left my handheld computer back in my cube. So I mean that almost literally! I had to go back and get it, if nothing else because I'd written a few words of Lament on it and I needed to take it home and sync it up with my laptop for the night's writing work.)
And I still have a kitty. Kitties are good.
Tuesday evening miles: 2.1
Wednesday morning miles: 2.1
Miles out of Hobbiton: 857.1
Miles out of Rivendell: 399.1
Miles to Lothlórien: 64.9
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When I told Dara about this upon our awakening, she pronounced that the vet was going to use transporter technology to remove the tumor from Polly non-invasively, and because of the energy draw, it would cost that much in electricity. "I have an answer for EVERYTHING," she informed me proudly. She DOES.
But at least I was sleeping heavily enough to have that intense of a dream before awakening, which means I've won back some more of my brain, which I need to get through the rest of the week. (I was certainly missing my brain yesterday evening when I left work--I discovered a few blocks away from Real that I'd actually left my handheld computer back in my cube. So I mean that almost literally! I had to go back and get it, if nothing else because I'd written a few words of Lament on it and I needed to take it home and sync it up with my laptop for the night's writing work.)
And I still have a kitty. Kitties are good.
Tuesday evening miles: 2.1
Wednesday morning miles: 2.1
Miles out of Hobbiton: 857.1
Miles out of Rivendell: 399.1
Miles to Lothlórien: 64.9