Here it is three days before Thanksgiving and my surgery is almost complete except for a little cleanup. On Nov. 14, (my birthday) they finished the stint through the bulges in my arteries. Nothing spectacular happened. On Nov 16th I went into surgery to remove the kidney stone in my left kidney. " This time we are putting you to sleep," the surgeon told me. "You will wake up in the recovery room." What he didn't tell me was what was in the knock out medicine. Two hours later I came to in a petting zoo. There were chickens, a turkey or two, some goats and sheep. While trying to adjust to the situation, they pushed me back to my room. "What was in the knock out formula?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "The recovery room is a petting zoo." My room mate spoke from his space. "When I woke up in there yesterday, they had a couple of elephants." Before I talked to my wife and son, I wondered how they had changed the colors in my room. Things aren't always what they seem to be.