Stereolab and surgery

I'm in a a record store that's supposed to be Oar Folk. It has cruddy cement floors - I'm in the basement part with my parents. There were no records or CDs upstairs and very few downstairs. They are arranged more or less alphabetically, but there's a lot out of order and the CDs are interspersed with LPs and folders of paper so it's almost impossible to browse through.

I ask my dad to help me find Stereolab. He finds a shelf that is generally the Ses, but says there's no Stereolab. On the way out I ask the clerk if they're closing or just reducing inventory. From behind the counter, a clerk I'm familiar with gives me a snotty answer as if I should know already.

It's morning and I'm checking into a hospital for surgery. I'm very dizzy and feel like I'm heavily drugged. I stumble into things and slur my words and I'm afraid people think I've been drinking in the morning. I wonder aloud if I took more than one tranquilizer that morning by mistake. I have to fill out a form - I'm using a pencil but can barely write. I look at what I've written and it looks like I was doodling curves and waves.

I don't want to have the surgery, I'm afraid to die. I'm thinking that I don't have to worry about dying, only going under anesthesia as I wouldn't know the difference.