I remember the laughing gas I had for my wisdom teeth. The only part of my consciousness I care about was the part inside the rear half of my skull, where a hell of a party was going on. I could actually feel the inside of the my skull, and it was good.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Connie Neil - Mar 20, 2007 10:42:34 am PDT #8027 of 10001
brillig
Vortex - Mar 20, 2007 10:44:53 am PDT #8028 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I've only had vicodin. It takes away the pain, but that's it. Well, except for the EXTREMELY fucked up dreams.
tommyrot - Mar 20, 2007 10:48:14 am PDT #8029 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
More brain weirdness: Brain damage turns man into human chameleon
...psychologists in Italy have reported the real-life case of AD, a 65-year-old whose identity appears dependent on the environment he is in. He started behaving this way after cardiac arrest caused damage to the fronto-temporal region of his brain.
When with doctors, AD assumes the role of a doctor; when with psychologists he says he is a psychologist; at the solicitors he claims to be a solicitor. AD doesn't just make these claims, he actually plays the roles and provides plausible stories for how he came to be in these roles.
To investigate further, Giovannina Conchiglia and colleagues used actors to contrive different scenarios. At a bar, an actor asked AD for a cocktail, prompting him to immediately fulfil the role of bar-tender, claiming that he was on a two-week trial hoping to gain a permanent position. Taken to the hospital kitchen for 40 minutes, AD quickly assumed the role of head chef, and claimed responsibility for preparing special menus for diabetic patients. He maintains these roles until the situation changes. However, he didn't adopt the role of laundry worker at the hospital laundry, perhaps because it was too far out of keeping with his real-life career as a politician.
AD's condition is a form of disinhibition, but it appears distinct from other well-known disinhibition syndromes such as utilisation behaviour, in which patients can't help themselves from using any objects or food in the vicinity. For example, AD didn't touch anything in the hospital kitchen.
His tendency to switch roles is exacerbated by anterograde amnesia (a loss of memory for events since his cardiac arrest) and anosognosia – a lack of insight into his strange behaviour.
“AD seems to have lost the capacity to keep his own identity constant, as he adapts himself excessively to variations in the social contexts, violating his own identity connotations in order to favour a role which the environment proposes”, the researchers said.
Note to self: Brain = freaky.
Jessica - Mar 20, 2007 10:49:37 am PDT #8030 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
It's Zelig!
tommyrot - Mar 20, 2007 10:51:44 am PDT #8031 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It's Zelig!
Yeah. The first paragraph of the article (that I didn't copy) mentions Zelig.
Steph L. - Mar 20, 2007 10:52:57 am PDT #8032 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
My main focus on morphine was talking coherently. Which apparently translated into talking loudly.
Heh. Several Buffistas were the lucky (?) recipients of my morphine-addled phone calls from the hospital. "I just want to say that MORPHINE...IS...THE...SHIT!!!!"
Good times, good times.
Okay, not really. But the morphine was fun.
Cass - Mar 20, 2007 10:59:14 am PDT #8033 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Am I punctuating for grammar or am I punctuating for breathing space?I punctuate for pauses. I know it. It's wrong. I still do it. Because it's not always wrong. Just sometimes. And they are odds I can live with so long as no one else is paying for my words. For money I can follow rules.
libkitty - Mar 20, 2007 11:00:48 am PDT #8034 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Morphine didn't seem to touch my pain, but it did make me not care. I've heard similar things about demerol.
That's what demerol did for me. Also made it very difficult for me to make a fist so they could draw blood. I was able to get the fingers gently heading towards each other, but that was about it.
When I was in surgery, whatever they gave me knocked me out like a light switch. There was none of this counting backwards, at least not that I was aware of. The nurse was talking to me and she said, "The anesthesiologist is giving you something to kn". I could feel my eyes closing, like a windowshade to the world, and that was it.
Afterwards, I don't think my pain level ever got below 8 for about a week. I had no idea it was possible to feel that bad.
Connie Neil - Mar 20, 2007 11:03:02 am PDT #8035 of 10001
brillig
For money I can follow rules.
I see a potential career path. Does it matter which rules?
Jessica - Mar 20, 2007 11:08:29 am PDT #8036 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I wish I had some fun drugs right now. I'm not in pain, just really really bored. I'm at the doctor's office having my blood sugar tested, which takes an hour after they give you the glucose drink. I just want somebody to come poke me with a needle so I can leave already!