Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Free range of motion is mandatory. MANDATORY. I've never caved. I think as long as I could maintain forward motion I'd be okay, but hitting a point where I was constrained and had to back up would probably freak me out. Ironically, gradients of about 45° weird me out.
Parenting endeavour bound to end in tears. Also, carnage.
Ooh. The Dustin Brown game has started. Fuckit. I'ma keep a window open in the corner of my screen and keep working. Yardie too pretty to ignore.
Free range of motion is mandatory.
Remember the opening credits on M*A*S*H? The people in the chopper "gurney", on their backs? Same thing with a coffin (thank you, Buffy and Supernatural). Totally freaks me out. And yet I would be fine if I was on my stomach, oddly. Maybe because then I wouldn't be able to see exactly how little space I had?
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I think being on my stomach would make it worse, if I couldn't move.
Great. Dustin's match rained out after three games. So much for the great video at work experiment.
None of the people I need to call are at their desks. I'm about to go for early lunch.
And yet I would be fine if I was on my stomach, oddly. Maybe because then I wouldn't be able to see exactly how little space I had?
This is me. Add MRI tunnel. It took everything I had not to freak out like a mammal.
Yeah, Suzi, the idea of an MRI freaks my shit out but good.
See, with an MRI, I can see daylight and know I can get right out. I can also move around a fair bit, even if I'm not allowed to. Also, I've had seven million of them. If the walls touched me, that'd be different.
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And yet I would be fine if I was on my stomach, oddly. Maybe because then I wouldn't be able to see exactly how little space I had?
This is me. Add MRI tunnel. It took everything I had not to freak out like a mammal.
Oh my god. When I got an MRI, all I could think was "coffin coffin coffin coffin." What kept me from freaking out was that I had gotten up too early that day so I was already tired, and then I was full of percocet and flexiril, which made me more tired, so I was able to close my eyes and -- not *doze,* really, but I was tired enough to not be wired and alert. Keeping my eyes closed helped me to ignore that I was in a small metal tube.
At this point, if I ever had to have an MRI, it'd be like the scene from The Incredibles where they're trying to stuff pre-workout Mr. Incredible into the delivery tube. Not a pretty picture. Luckily enough, there are a lot of open MRI places around here if I ever need it.