Back when I was a kid, I remember hearing/reading/seeing on TV a story about a woman who was virtually infallible with names. If she had ever been introduced to you, she supposedly remembered your name forever; if she saw you twenty years after the introduction, she could call you by name.
My own memory is so bad that I can’t remember her name or anything else about her.
Do you have something against Oliver Sacks?
My father in law had a stroke and had much the same reaction with his memory. He forgot major events (such as his son’s suicide).
So he starts asking “where’s Scott?” My MIL points upward and say, “Dad, you know…” (implying that Scott’s in heaven). My FIL replies, “What’s he doing in the attic?”
I think it’s a whoosh. He’s rolling his eyes at you for being starstruck and speechless just like[ B]pseudotriton ruber ruber** did when the lady in his (?)story was starstruck and speechless when meeting Oliver Sacks.
Pointy things and pain:
My HS zoology teacher, Leo Sanders, was fond of keeping our attention with gee-whiz stunts. One day, talking about skin nerves, he clamped a big hypodermic syringe into a hemostat. He explained there’s no pain receptors for being stuck with a needle, and with a flourish, smacked the needle into his arm. :eek: He went on to calmly say that the contact with the air would sting when he took it out. A girl in class fainted. He assigned 4 boys to pick up her chair to carry her to the school nurse, all with the needle and syringe stuck into his arm.
Later in the day, I made $5 popping a thumbtack into my forearm on a bet.
So how come it hurts when you get an injection at the doctor? And no, I don’t mean it hurts afterward, I mean it hurts when it’s going in. It’s bearable, but I definitely feel some pain.
There may not be as many pair receptors in the forearm as elsewhere, but you’ll certainly feel it if you’re stuck with a needle there. The “no pain receptors there” assertion doesn’t make sense.
How does magnet man explain being able to pull a car with a chain attached to a plate attracted to his chest, and then being able to remove the plate from his chest later?
Yep. Aside from being too light to donate blood safely, I know I definitely feel some discomfort when geting pincushioned in the vampire bus. :dubious:
The vampire bus, is that what they’re calling it these days?
For a second, I thought vampire bus referred to your butt, or your neck, or something. I’m assuming you mean the blood donation mobile?
Sadly, yes. All I thought was “hasn’t been attacked, yet.”
I would, too. Beats working. 
or should it be: :eek:
AJ identified herself as Jill Price earlier this year when her memoir, The Woman Who Can’t Forget: The Extraordinary Story of Living with the Most Remarkable Memory Known to Science, was published. She was interviewed by Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air and she sounded so dejected and just plain tired of living with this condition, that I felt very sorry for her. She remembers events with the emotions as fresh and painful as if it just happened. That’s like my personal definition of hell.
And that would be another permutation of my version of hell. Geez.
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