No really!

God, I had a horrible dream last night about a cat that I loved that was dying. I had somehow injured her and I couldn't fix what I had done. I even woke up in my dream to the thought that it was real, but then woke up for real and my cat was OK.

And no, it wasn't sexual, but it was horrible and I don't want to say what it was about.

Nope. I forgot that when a limb is dismembered you can't just put the limb back together. You have to get blood flow restarted. Somehow the whole nose and mug of a kitten had been cut off and I put it back on and it stuck, really well, but then I realised that for the part not to die I would have had to reconnect the main arteries and veins, so I knew the kitten would not make it. It was very tramatic and the kitten was meowing and trusting me and it was terrible. I woke up and my cat was OK thankfully.

Nothing sexual Gumbii.

I don't get it. Come on Gumbii. Don't be upset. I've been sick and life still sucks for the most part. I just want to be working with trauma where I can forget about my stupid self and help save lives. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's sure nothing I can brag about.

Peter -

The nose comment.... LOL LOL LOL LOL......

Z

Lalalalalalalalalala. That's Ok. Just tryin to figure out how to pay this months rent, again.