My reply: "Doctor, you are about to stick a sharp object into my eye. My survival instincts tell me that it is *much* more important that you are "comfortable".
Ooh, snap! Good one.
I replied: "Kiddo, I'm doing wimpercize."
Also, good!
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
DavidS - Nov 09, 2013 3:37:54 pm PST #6199 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Cass - Nov 09, 2013 5:50:55 pm PST #6200 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.
meara - Nov 09, 2013 5:59:34 pm PST #6201 of 30002
Hah. When I had eye surgery they asked me for my anxiety level, adn I was like, "well, at the MOMENT it's a 2. But you're not doing anything yet. It'll ratchet up quite a lot...." (and then they gave me valium, and so on, and ended up having to give me fentanyl, because I was like "yeah, not feeling like that valium did shit for me...the anxiety is getting higher and burning it right off as you get closer to THINGS IN MY EYE")
WindSparrow - Nov 09, 2013 6:14:06 pm PST #6202 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.
I love that the blood-draw cubicle farm at the local clinic has bulletin boards with comics posted on them. I'm fine as long as I don't actually see the needle, and it's nice to have something fun to focus on.
(and then they gave me valium, and so on, and ended up having to give me fentanyl, because I was like "yeah, not feeling like that valium did shit for me...the anxiety is getting higher and burning it right off as you get closer to THINGS IN MY EYE")
Oh boy. Considering how panicky I get over eye exams now (thanks, allergic reactions to eye drops, the gift that keeps on giving!) I don't want to contemplate eye surgery.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 09, 2013 6:17:42 pm PST #6203 of 30002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I love these dresses SO MUCH: [link]
(Superhero, supervillan, anime, sci-fi inspired dresses with awesome models of all body types.)
meara - Nov 09, 2013 6:18:33 pm PST #6204 of 30002
I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.
Hah--the "phlebotanists" typo has me giggling, imagining very serious people in scrubs trying to get blood from a plant.
erin_obscure - Nov 09, 2013 9:19:44 pm PST #6205 of 30002
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
I hid all the collars. Nico has either stopped hunting them or given up on getting praise from me while I'm trying to sleep. ION, Malachi gets total bonus points last night. I was desperately trying to sleep on my back (pain is +4 sleeping on right side and +3 sleeping on left side, but i've ALWAYS been a side sleeper which has made the last few months utterly miserable) so while I'm trying to savasana into sleep smaller cat climbed up onto the bed and settled against my right side with his head resting just over my liver. Purring. I'm pretty sure resting kitty purrs are equally medicinal to a castor oil compress. I actually slept on my back for 3 hours before rolling onto my side and starting the tossing and turning process. 3 hrs of good, solid, back sleep. I call that progress. Malachi got some good nip this morning.
Cass - Nov 09, 2013 9:56:51 pm PST #6206 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Good Mal!
Hah--the "phlebotanists" typo has me giggling, imagining very serious people in scrubs trying to get blood from a plant.
Phone typing is a harsh and sarcastic mistress.
Calli - Nov 10, 2013 2:15:17 am PST #6207 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Hah--the "phlebotanists" typo has me giggling, imagining very serious people in scrubs trying to get blood from a plant.
Maybe that's what we could call people who get sap for maple syrup. Also, good Mal.
WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2013 2:31:17 am PST #6208 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Malachi is an excellent cat.