overheard at anesthesia

I totally forgot to include this in the post about going with Thomas to anesthesiology, although Russell Dickerson’s gremlin pictures reminded me of it.

We were sitting there going over what Thomas has to do tonight – all that happy NPO stuff, etc, and so forth – and I burst out laughing. He and the nurse said, “What?”

I said, “So, you’re saying we treat him like a gremlin? Don’t feed him after midnight, don’t get him wet -”

The nurse and Thomas lost it.

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.