“Breath in, breath out, you’ll be okay.”
Sure, like that’s going to happen. You’re not the one laying here trying to ignore this enclosure, shoulders cramped by cold metal. . .my whole body surrounded by cold metal, where all I can do IS breathe. I can’t move, for at least forty-five minutes I’m not to move. I wonder if that includes eyelashes. . .probably does, since they have my head in a vice, and told me to keep my eyes shut. I wonder who invented this torture device, some sadist from the thirteenth century?
I’m breathing all right, and trying to keep the claustrophobia and nausea panic from coming to fruition. . .wonder if anyone actually vomits in here? That sickening vision playing in my mind, I breathe deeply, expanding my lungs while trying not to actually move my chest. Okay that’s impossible, short panicky breaths take over. I break the rules and utter, “anyone ever get sick in here?”
“Breath in, breath out, you’ll be okay.”
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Lol, who ever invented this machine was a genius, I always close my eyes and listen to the music that somehow sounds louder at times besides the clicking of the machine as it works it’s magic taking the images that are so important to our health.
Now you can 🤢🤮 LOL 😂
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Not funny….: )
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You wussy lol
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Yes I am
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When I went to Louise’s for lunch today Ruby sang I dream a dream of days gone by and I almost cried. She has the voice of an angel 😇
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That song is poignant. We were just raking about Les Mis songs yesterday!
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I hate that too.
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Scary
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