Drug-Induced Dreams; Ear Infection

for the past few weeks i’ve had the strangest dreams, and i don’t know if it’s from the Ritalin, trazodone, or what. they’re usually very vivid and i can remember them for the most part, but they’re hard to describe to other people.

Thursday night i had a dream that conflated CSI and Star Wars. maybe because i always thought George Eads would make a pretty good Carth Onasi. in fact, he was Carth in the dream. but i didn’t even watch CSI that night, nor have i read any Star Wars material in about a week.

last night, i dreamed that i had a horrible ear infection, and somehow i ended up at a vet’s office instead of the ENT’s! what the fuck? there was a 26-year-old cat that didn’t make it through whatever trauma it incurred, and the poor thing looked like one of those victims on ER that die while attempting to be revived, their chests cracked open, blood everywhere. the cat, wrapped in towels, was cradled in the doctor’s arms, and brought to the exam room where the owners were waiting to say good-bye.

thoughts, anyone?

in real life, it turns out i have an ear infection as i suspected. though it isn’t painful, it’s draining and disgusting. i called the ENT, then dialed the emergency number. i don’t know about anyone else, but a leaking ear counts as an emergency to me. when i talked to the doctor, he said he’d call in a prescription for ear drops.

i hate ear drops. when i was 13, i had 3-1/2 sets of tubes in my ears (not all at once), and after the last ones fell out, they left holes in my ear drums. usually, the tissue heals across the hole, but mine healed inward, if you can picture that. so ear drops hurt like you wouldn’t believe.

Brian always jokes that he’ll ask Hopper to help hold me down to put the ears drops in. Hopper has had them in the past, and if you’ve never tried placing ear drops in a cat’s ear, then you haven’t lived dangerously.