Going for (yet another) CAT scan tomorrow. What the hell are they looking for? Gold? I have been X-rayed, CAT scanned, MRId, cut open and had things installed (micro chips in case I wander off or go to Target without Steves express permission), steel rods to keep me in an upright position to discourage naps (doesnt work, I can sleep standing up if need be), screws (left over from someone else), an antenna to communicate with the mother ship, and various other tools and tubes. They make you drink some villainous potion, hide your clothes, give you a shot of something that makes you feel like you peed yourself (but didnt, but they tell you that you DID in order to humiliate you and make you compliant), the shove you into a tube which takes nudie pix of you which are then posted on YouTube for all the world to see. Then they send you on your way where other staff personnel mock you to scorn. I HATE it. Why do I do it then? I like the drama. I like the potion....it creates a mustache which doesnt wash off. I like the hum of the machine as it fries my insides. I like the gown with the peek-a-boo flap in back. I like having to explain to my doctor what it all means. I like seeing what is inside of me. I like being able to glow in the dark.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 02:05:31 +0000
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