The Surgery Never Completed

I was supposed to have a surgery. It seemed like it was to be an angioplasty, except they weren't going in the normal way, they were going in through my armpit.

The first day they tried it, my cat and another cat were at the hospital with me. At first they were cool. Later they decided to run out of the room, which was worrisome. The surgery was interrupted and they told me to get my cats and take them home. I was to return the next day to try again.

The next day, I was there and when they began the surgery, I felt so strange, like I was not getting enough air. (Strange, because they should have been giving me oxygen). They were surprised when I complained, saying they must not have given me enough of a certain drug. They administered more drug and left the room. The drug didn't do anything. I became bored from waiting so long for them to return, so I eventually got up, got dressed and left.

I met some friends who were going to see a magic show. We went to a theater in a different town, that was unexpected, Rina's brother said it was a better show and it was true. When we arrived, there was less of a crowd. We had better seats, closer to the stage than it would probably have been if we had gone to the usual place. I didn't go home with them.

Next thing I remember, I was sitting at a busstop. There were all of these people in houses nearby, looking out of windows at me and talking among themselves, arguing about what race I was, so much that it became extraordinarily annoying. I began singing about them, like an opera, which only made it worse because then they all came out of their houses and converged upon me, stealing too much of my air. I got up and went to another bench, exclaiming "I have heart problems and I am having problems breathing." An old Black woman said, "I'm glad you told us that", and then I woke up.