Thursday, June 20, 2002

It's extremely rare for my cat to sleep through anything, especially if she's in the same room with me, and if I get up from my chair to go someplace else. In fact, it's so rare, whenever she doesn't wake up when I move around, I check to make sure she's still breathing. Seriously.

But just now, I got up from in front of the computer, and the cat, who was sleeping on another chair next to me, didn't move, so of course I watch her body to check her breathing, see that it's all right, and then just watch her in general. When pets dream, it's always really cool to see if they twitch or move their paws or anything. Betty had her eyes half open and was curled up, and her eyes kept blinking and all four of her paws were twitching and moving on their own. So I walk very quietly and carefully back to my chair, and of course, as I pass her by, she wakes up with a start. Everything she does is with a start. She's a very nervous cat. So now she's fully awake and licking her nether regions, thinking whatever it is that cats think and probably damning me for waking her out of a dream.

Monday, June 17, 2002

So I want to eventually become a veterinarian. You would naturally think that that involves surgery when required. Okay, no problem. So I volunteer at this one vet office and the first day I go in, it's in the morning, when all of the surgeries are done. However, I can't watch it. I get lightheaded and have to leave the room. Okay, it's my first time, that's to be expected. But I'm still so out of it when the surgeries are over that I can't even go into the examination rooms with the vet techs to watch them as they do routine examinations on the animals.

Since that first day, I've gone back in the afternoon a couple of times when surgeries were finished, and I've been fine. I'm worried about how I'll react when I see surgeries again, which will happen in a couple of weeks when I go to observe a different veterinarian during his work.

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