Ben's was definitely more panic than anything else too, connie. Even without the memory loss, it was scary.
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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.
Ben's was definitely more panic than anything else too, connie. Even without the memory loss, it was scary.
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I put a hand on him, he took hold of my wrist and stared into my eyes.
At one point during that particular experience, she seemed to recognize me when she looked at my face, but then after a while she looked away and was gone again.
Really, I don't think anything else in my life has ever upset me quite so much as that one particular night.
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You're why we can't have nice threads, Cindy.
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No.
It's fascinating to read everyone's varied reactions to the exact same meds. My reactions have also been completely random:
Nitrous oxide makes me weep;
morphine takes away the pain beautifully but then I puke (coming down off the morphine post birth, I just narrowly missed throwing up on Matilda's head) and my skin gets unbearably itchy;
Vicodin takes away the pain and has absolutely no other effect whatsoever;
fentanyl dulls but doesn't eliminate the pain, and takes me to a dreamy faraway space in which I peacefully contemplate the fact of my pain as if it were an amusing incident occurring to someone I used to be rather fond of.
Come to think of it, fentanyl was kind of fun.
Heh. Snagged from Salon, here's a snippet of a Tony Snow op-ed regarding Exeuctive Privilege during the Ken Starr investigations:
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Tony Snow - Op-Ed - Dallas Morning News, March 29, 1998 :
(HEADLINE: "Executive Privilege is a Dodge")
Evidently, Mr. Clinton wants to shield virtually any communications that take place within the White House compound on the theory that all such talk contributes in some way, shape or form to the continuing success and harmony of an administration. Taken to its logical extreme, that position would make it impossible for citizens to hold a chief executive accountable for anything. He would have a constitutional right to cover up.
Chances are that the courts will hurl such a claim out, but it will take time.
One gets the impression that Team Clinton values its survival more than most people want justice and thus will delay without qualm. But as the clock ticks, the public's faith in Mr. Clinton will ebb away for a simple reason: Most of us want no part of a president who is cynical enough to use the majesty of his office to evade the one thing he is sworn to uphold -- the rule of law.
What happens if a President starts this process with the public's faith already having ebbed to almost nothing?
They used to give me compazine as an anti-nausea precaution, but I just can't. It gives me a panic attack and I have to leave the hospital as soon as possible. So I don't even stay around to get enough painkillers.
I can't combat it. It's very disquieting.
When I came out of my first general, after I don't even remember what, I needed to know the time. Then I'd drop out again, wake up, and need to know the time. Since I didn't have a watch and there was no clock in the room, the nurses didn't like me much, since I beeped them every time I came to.
They also ended up binding my hand to a board because I was flailing enough that blood was going *up* the IV.
My last IV dilaudid turned into intra-muscular when the needle slipped out of the vein when they went back for the second 2mg. The nurse didn't notice I was in pain, mostly because I kept staring at the IV site and frowning, muttering "That really hurts. That shouldn't hurt. Ow."
Luckily I don't go to the ER alone, so my friend ran out and got her back in. She shrugged and said "Well, intra-muscular will take longer, but it'll last longer." And that was pretty much it. No way to undo it.
Come to think of it, fentanyl was kind of fun.
Kind of? Darling you'd be a fentanyl junkie if you had access. You lurved it.
SpaceX just had another abort. This time it was after engine start. But the webcast has no audio so I don't know what happened.
Snagged from Salon, here's a snippet of a Tony Snow op-ed regarding Exeuctive Privilege during the Ken Starr investigations:
I really wish more people would pay attention to the incredible hypocracy of this administration and its supporters. 'Cuz there's been a million similar examples.