Day 364

Getting kidney and bladder stones removed isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but it certainly could have been a lot worse. I don't like hospitals. I'll have to admit though that the doctors and nurses at Medical City couldn't have been nicer. I struck up a conversation with my anesthesiologist and discovered that he took his cat to one of my veterinarian clients. It's a small world. I think I may have taken pictures of the anesthesiologist's daughter while she was working as an intern for the veterinarian. I couldn't really remember however. I've taken lots of employee pictures. The anesthesiologist said his daughter couldn't decide whether to become a writer or a vet. I told him that she should stick with veterinary medicine. There aren't many unemployed vets, but there are tons of unemployed writers. As the drugs started to kick in, the last thing I remember was my surgeon and the anesthesiologist talking about dogs.

When I woke up, I remember telling the surgeon that I didn't want to be catheterized if at all possible. Too late. I already was, and I ended up being wheeled out of the hospital with a bag full of pee strapped to my waist. That old rule that says the customer is always right doesn't seem to apply to doctors. They're going to do whatever they want no matter what you say. I'm sure that most doctors get sick of listening to me anyway. I'm always suggesting that they try treatments that my veterinarian has used on my dogs.

My day at the hospital put me a bit behind with my work, but I'll have plenty of time to catch up tomorrow. Based on my current condition, I doubt if I'll feel like going anywhere. On the eve of my first blogiversary, I'll have to admit that it was a pretty interesting year. I didn't miss a single day either, which is amazing for a lazy guy like me. Come back tomorrow and share a little virtual birthday cake with me. I hope all of you will join me for another year.

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