Yet Another Study On The Effects Of Anesthesia

For those of you who have not read my blog post "anesthesia and me" you must go back and do so. I have further confirmation that my findings are in fact correct and now am blaming the post office for the non-delivery on my Doctorate as well as for many other things. But all that aside, well besides the post office bit...something really needs to happen about that.
Moving on...
On Wednesday morning I had to take the youngest chicken into the dentist to have some work done on her little chicken teeth. (Who knew chickens had teeth AND that chicken teeth could get cavities?) When meeting with the anesthesiologist he asked me how she responded to the anesthesia the last time. (He obviously doesn't read my blog...shame on him) I told him that she was quite "cranky" last time. HA! Little did he know the extent of crankiness I was referring to. Serves him right, he should read my blog.
So we go back and I hold her little hand and and watch as she enters the "rag doll realm" and than they usher me out to the waiting room and tell me they will let me know how she is doing. I sit in the waiting room and chuckle to myself at the "storm" that will ensue shortly. "hehe" I think to myself, "they have NO idea what they are in for. MUHAHA" Well the evil laughter didnt really come out quite like that but you get the idea.
A short while later a hygienist comes out and says "She did great, she is so cute, what a doll" I say to myself..."wait for it..." "They are moving her to recovery and will come get you when she wakes up."
Great. Again they have no idea. Wait for it...wait for it....
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!
Yup, there it is. A Nurse comes through the door and says, "she's awake now, I think she may want YOU!" HA shoulda read my blog, shoulda listened.
Upon entering the room I she my little chicken wrapped in blankets thrashing about the table, kicking, screaming, and hitting anything that comes close to her. Yup that's Rebekah, a fighter till the end. I think I will save this mental image and retell it to her future husband.