Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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I am terrified
of anaesthetic. I would rather watch my body being sliced open under local than not have any awareness of what was happening to me.
I also have a childhood fear that someone is going to be hiding under the bed/ sofa and will slice through my achilles tendons as soon as i put my feet on the floor, leaving them to approach menacingly as I crawl across the floor, broken feet dragging behind me.
I saw Hostel recently, that didn't help.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 13:22, 3 replies)
of anaesthetic. I would rather watch my body being sliced open under local than not have any awareness of what was happening to me.
I also have a childhood fear that someone is going to be hiding under the bed/ sofa and will slice through my achilles tendons as soon as i put my feet on the floor, leaving them to approach menacingly as I crawl across the floor, broken feet dragging behind me.
I saw Hostel recently, that didn't help.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 13:22, 3 replies)
nightmare on elm street
not sure which one but one deffinately has that in it im sure. then theres number 3 when he turns the kid into a puppet
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 16:10, closed)
not sure which one but one deffinately has that in it im sure. then theres number 3 when he turns the kid into a puppet
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 16:10, closed)
Been put under a couple of times
The first time:
I was in for a discogram (they put needles into your back to do summat *shrugs*
Anyhoo, I'm wearing a rather fetching hospital gown showing my arse to the world and I'm wheeled into the theatre where I see some kind of stool on the table - I'm supposed to lie face down on this with my bare arse and back showing to the world, and - wait for it - relax while 2 blokes do whatever they plan to do behind me :/
Of course, I was a little bit tense being a heterosexual male so ended up being put out. On the bright side, I had no bum soreness when I came round - result!
Second time:
Got my ankle broken in a 'scuffle' New Year's Eve 2006 and had to have a plate put in. This time was fine (apart from being starved for 48 hours prior because the theatre was busy and they forgot to feed me - feckers). That was weird, I remember being in pre-op, being injected and as the doors opened was out like a light. Then I came to as the doors behind me closed and I was in the post-op room being given morphine (yay!) - felt like these magical doors had sliced my ankle, thrown in some metalwork in 5 seconds...
Here's a pic:
Now I'm due in next Thursday to have it all taken out...
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 8:00, closed)
The first time:
I was in for a discogram (they put needles into your back to do summat *shrugs*
Anyhoo, I'm wearing a rather fetching hospital gown showing my arse to the world and I'm wheeled into the theatre where I see some kind of stool on the table - I'm supposed to lie face down on this with my bare arse and back showing to the world, and - wait for it - relax while 2 blokes do whatever they plan to do behind me :/
Of course, I was a little bit tense being a heterosexual male so ended up being put out. On the bright side, I had no bum soreness when I came round - result!
Second time:
Got my ankle broken in a 'scuffle' New Year's Eve 2006 and had to have a plate put in. This time was fine (apart from being starved for 48 hours prior because the theatre was busy and they forgot to feed me - feckers). That was weird, I remember being in pre-op, being injected and as the doors opened was out like a light. Then I came to as the doors behind me closed and I was in the post-op room being given morphine (yay!) - felt like these magical doors had sliced my ankle, thrown in some metalwork in 5 seconds...
Here's a pic:
Now I'm due in next Thursday to have it all taken out...
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 8:00, closed)
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