I had a freakish dream sometime last week in which I needed an "emergency" liver transplant. I got like two days' notice, and the dream was transpiring on the Sunday evening prior to an early Monday morning appointment in the operating room.
I think the scariest thing was talking to the dream doctor (not my real-life doctor) about the fact that, "of course there are no guarantees, and it's possible we might lose you while you're under anæsthesia." I realized by having that dream how much the concepts of general anæsthesia (yes, I like spelling it with the ligature) and major surgery freak me out.
I have no idea why I would have had this dream. Do we ever know why? I do, from time to time, think about the condition of my liver, since one of the meds I'm on does affect one of the liver enzymes, and I'm often curious how alcohol consumption of any kind might play into that (not that my alcohol consumption is particularly high or anything). I guess it is a nagging worry that one of these meds or the other might be having some kind of detrimental long-term effect on one of my internal organs or another. But, hey! It beats being dead yesterday, right?! Woo hoo!
Then again, maybe my liver obsession was subconsciously related to the fact that I cooked up some fava beans from the farmers' market a couple weekends ago (in a tomato-onion sauce, over tortelloni, if you must know).