Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

I will never die

[Jorge]

About to have my first ever BRAIN MRI

Attempting to decipher the secret of why my brain is so special and good

But for real, what's the reason? U ok big J?

A neurocognitive evaluation identified some possible memory issues, doctor just wants to make sure all is in order in the old noggin

[Ello Sailor]

You remember everything. Your doctor might be a fraud, man.

[BurtReynolds]

Finally cracked the case yesterday, only to come home to an empty house. She left me a letter on the kitchen table. I suspect she was sleeping with some guy, but this confirms it. I can't blame her. I was too busy chasing down perps.

[BurtReynolds]

I will never die

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

We're all in that machine with you, buddy

[Jorge]

I hated that!

[bart]

Did they use the intensely claustrophobic regular version or the “open” version that is slightly less so?

[Jorge]

Extremely loud and claustrophobic version! For 20 fucking minutes! Jesus christ! Never again!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[JuanHamm]

About to have my first ever BRAIN MRI

Attempting to decipher the secret of why my brain is so special and good

I had one of these done a few months ago. I was a bit of a baby about the contrast, but otherwise it was no sweat.

[JuanHamm]

Oh, it's done. I should read the whole thread before replying I guess.

Did they give you headphones?

[bart]

Had to get one a couple years ago. There was a fly in there with me.

[BurtReynolds]

Had to get one a couple years ago. There was a fly in there with me.

Horror movies start like that.

[bart]

Had to get one a couple years ago. There was a fly in there with me.

Horror movies start like that.

I didn’t get super strength or the ability to seduce Geena Davis, I just got really fucking annoyed

[Jorge]

I'd seen those machines in movies and TV many times before and thought "seems fine" but I really had no idea it was going to be such an ordeal. The guy was like "here's the button you can press if you freak out and need to get out" and I was like "that's ridiculous" but actually considered pressing it several times while I was in there. And I don't consider myself claustrophobic at all. Maybe that's the real medical discovery here

[96583UP]

sounds awful

i had to try a wetsuit on in a store once and it got stuck on my head and i thought i was gonna suffocate and die

once i got it on it was all tight and even though my head was clearly / normally out all i wanted to do was cut it off

then i realized i might be claustrophobic

i have never tried the suit on again

[doug rr]

that's why ruddo and I don't surf anymore

[spike]

I'd seen those machines in movies and TV many times before and thought "seems fine" but I really had no idea it was going to be such an ordeal. The guy was like "here's the button you can press if you freak out and need to get out" and I was like "that's ridiculous" but actually considered pressing it several times while I was in there. And I don't consider myself claustrophobic at all. Maybe that's the real medical discovery here

I kept my eyes closed and went to my happy place. It’s what I do at the dentist as well; only psychos sit there watching the TV on the ceiling.