Getting a hernia, for some reason, freaks me out.
And I am a weightlifter. Go figure. But even the word bothers me.
But if I got one, I would need a lot of Valium or something before I could go near the surgeon’s office to set up the repair.
Eek.
Regards,
Shodan
Well, the dark water one makes sense. Cthulhu might be down there!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’ve dissected an eyeball, and believe me, it’s tough. You don’t have to worry about a paper cut letting the goop ooze out
I’ve read several of your posts, and thought we might be related. Now I’m sure we’re twins. I can’t deal with vomit at all. Urk.
What do you mean might? Of course he is…
Well, yes, he’s obviously down somewhere. But even Great Cthulhu can’t be everywhere at once. Still, even if we think he’s still napping down in R’lyeh, we can’t be sure.
Some of the surgery/injury posts remind me of my other major fears, surgery and needles.
I can’t deal with the thought of something going wrong during surgery. There are probably some surgeries for which, had I the choice between going on the operating table or dying, I would choose death. I know it’s irrational, I know most surgeries go just fine, but the thought of waking up with my body sliced open truly gives me the shivers.
I’ve gotten better with needles, and I did have one interesting experience recently: I went to the hospital once while on 600 mg of dextromethorphan hydrobromide, and the nurse had to stick some IV drips in me (I was pretty severely dehydrated). Normally, every moment of a needle insertion is filled with pain and terror for me. On this day, I didn’t even notice she was doing it. And it wasn’t because she was good at it–no, she was terrible. She was wiggling the needle around trying to find my vein for probably several minutes, and I remember my mom watching aghast and later commenting on how harrowing it must have been for me. Nope, didn’t even care. I even watched the needle going in, something I would never have been able to do otherwise. [I should note here that I was not actually in any kind of danger, I was only brought into the hospital because my parents saw me walking around dissociated, which is pretty odd looking. I was only that dehydrated because I didn’t bring enough water into my room before I tripped, and after a while of trying to avoid it for fear of being seen, I figured I would step out and grab some more. Amazingly, nobody ever found out that I was on drugs at the time, although the doctor drug tested me and the DXM caused a false positive for opiates–he had quite a bit of trouble believing I had never taken an opiate before and the positive was from Robitussin. One particularly good thing came out of that episode, anyway: I got a prescription for Antivert, otherwise known as God’s gift to dizziness sufferers.]
fetus, DXM is an opiate. So it’s hardly a false positive. It just doesn’t have much activity in most opiate receptors. Some, but not much. It also doesn’t cross the blood/brain barrier well.
It does cause a positive reaction for some assays for PCP too.
It causes dissociative reactions, hallucinations, temporal lobe disturbances, and wicked dysphorias. It’s the opiate of choice for opiate addicts who absolutely can’t get their hands on any other type of opiate. I’ve had some opiate addicts express a preference for Naltrexone over DXM, for god’s sake! It’s a really really really shitty drug.
Getting a DXM buzz again is also on my list of unholy dreads.
YMMV
QtM, MD