tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post8415622344256852640..comments2023-05-06T21:30:54.925+09:00Comments on Why'd we come... all this way?: Eight Days of DarknessWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-82221567302153171482013-02-06T09:42:08.142+09:002013-02-06T09:42:08.142+09:00Last time I almost went under it was due to what w...Last time I almost went under it was due to what was explained as something neurological. I was on the table with a stable heart rate of maybe sixty. Then it started to drop... got near twenty. There was a sinking sensation as the blackness started in. Everyone in the room became uncomfortably still, staring at the monitor. "Take it out," said the doctor. <br /><br />Apparently that was the first time the good doctor had come across something like that. He later explained something about how if the heartbeat goes too low, "cardiac arrest" is pretty much a given. <br /><br />But like you said, there is something enjoyable about 'the feeling of being put [or going] under'. You don't sound like a druggie. I mean, people who've never experienced bliss, how can they condemn people for wanting to feel more after having almost been there? Addictions make 'choosing' much more difficult. Last two times I was offered lines, I declined. One offer was out of politeness and the other was most likely from an entrepreneur. <br /><br />Either way, being in pain does suck. Hard to be around people who are going through it. Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-79239693393434249712013-02-06T09:22:01.810+09:002013-02-06T09:22:01.810+09:00Some of us often have those, "Tell me about t...Some of us often have those, "Tell me about the rabbits, George" kind of moments. Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-52048718768012677072013-02-06T06:06:15.720+09:002013-02-06T06:06:15.720+09:00That count down reminds me all too well of getting...That count down reminds me all too well of getting sedated before it all goes black. This is probably gonna make me sound like a druggie but I happen to enjoy the feeling of being put under. Not so much a fan of flirting with the nurses or talking back to the anesthesiologist though. Or coming back from being asleep... thank heaven for 7-11 (or rather pain meds).thegypsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01019720222734603445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-32058381203670089772013-02-06T00:21:49.809+09:002013-02-06T00:21:49.809+09:00Nah, I'm just thick in the head ;)Nah, I'm just thick in the head ;)Billyhttp://www.earthdenizen.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-61361734343474908072013-02-05T08:24:03.905+09:002013-02-05T08:24:03.905+09:00The cycas wings were a reminder of angels, three i...The cycas wings were a reminder of angels, three in particular: the first was a nurse; the second is the first stepmother; the third, in the last verse, is a wife (worlds away) who drinks too much 'medicine'. <br /><br />The needle, light, and the chair were for a boy who woke up broken - once upon a while ago. <br /><br />Maybe that's why sometimes it is a challenge to get ideas across for what's going on here. <br /> <br /><br /> Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-55028249359979858992013-02-05T02:15:48.772+09:002013-02-05T02:15:48.772+09:00No idea what's going on here, but if she is an...No idea what's going on here, but if she is an angel, let's give her a better-looking wheelchair than that one, shall we...Billyhttp://www.earthdenizen.netnoreply@blogger.com