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Feeling at Home
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Throwing up doesn't scare me, or even really play into the phobia itself. It really started out as something that I was mildly afraid of and I just kind of got interested in it and thought that if I learned about it then I would see that it is as safe as putting on a bandaid. But the more I read... the more terrified I became... It really didn't help any that the first book on Anesthesiology I read was almost begun with these words... almost verbatim: Though Scientists have yet to fully understand HOW General Anesthesia affects the brain... they have nearly perfected the actual manipulation of the drugs and procedures." I'm sorry... but I don't care how many doctorates you have... Telling me that you're going to inject me with something that you don't know how it works? I think I'll pass... I dont care if you know exactly how much to use. Do some more research on it and get back to me. That's kind of like saying... we don't know how this saw that we are going to use to cut open your cranium works... but we know that it does work. And that we are really good at it. Pardon me for being skeptical but I'm not so convinced... mmmmkay? And on top of it... I don't like the ieda of relinquishing control of myself to someone I've barely met... If my anesthesiologist was a life long friend whom I trusted with my very life... I probably would have no qualms about it. But what if this guy/girl's wife/husband just got caught sleeping around and the dude's head isn't in the game... I don't want to be a victim if said infidelity. Maybe I'm just not the type of person is trusting of strangers... even strangers with licenses and degrees that say they know what they're doing... but in any case. If I wake up with a leg missing or something like that I swear they better hope they cripple me freakin good otherwise I will literally bite their legs off... assuming they actually fix my tooth. |
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