Going To Get Spayed

Monday, January 24, 2005 10:41 PM

Or, "spaded" as some speakers of South Eastern Utah Pioneerese would say.

My dad insists that he can do it, and he'd only charge $65 (what I've already spent on deductible and pre-op "cleansing" stuff). I iterated that I don't want to be cut open on the kitchen table. He responded that I would be completely unconscious anyway, so why should I care?

He has a point. I then mentioned that he couldn't supply me with the subarachnoid morphine drip, but he just said he'd provide me with the pills or shots, so what do I need a hospital for when as a veterinarian he'd not only charge me less, but I wouldn't even have to leave the comfort of my own home?

Best answer I could come up with? He's got to take care of my brother, who broke his leg four-wheeling some food out to some old guy who'd been stranded by the floods in South Western Utah. *sigh*

It's been the same all my life. Rip a huge gash in my leg, Dad'll sew it up (unless I scream loud enough and long enough that he has to leave me alone, then I end up with a nasty scar). Ears need piercing? Why, Dad's got the equipment right here. Sure, it's a syringe needle, but that just makes it easier to pull the post back through the hole.

Need menarche explained? Dad drew me pictures.

Anyway, I will be offline for the next few days to a week. Miss me, I know you will.

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