A Bit of the Old In Out

Remember the film A Clockwork Orange? Yeah, me neither. Be that as it may, remember the part where the guy who was all about ultraviolence had to undergo that weird behavioural therapy? And they strapped a crazy thing on his head and flashed movies at him? And then he lost it?
Thats kind of what yesterday was like for me.

Yesterday I had to go for an EEG at the Tara medical center. Which was just about as much fun as you can imagine, if you can imagine not sleeping for 24 hours and then having lights flashed at you while you hyperventilate. Did I mention the electrodes stuck to my head? There were electrodes coming out of my ears. Imagine that when you imagine the other stuff.

I know that sitting in a chair with electrodes coming off your head and enduring light flashes doesn't sound like it's all that bad. But it is. The lights flash so fast and for so long that coherent thought becomes impossible, and there were points at which I was afraid I may black out. Seconds later, I was afraid I wouldn't. You have to close your eyes during the light flashes, lest you go blind or begin foaming at the mouth, but that doesn't stop thousands upon thousands of tiny light filled fractals to dance behind your eyelids. It felt almost as if I were at trance festival, only worse because the festival was in my head and the music came from the buzzing of a faulty electrical outlet in the corner.

When the lights of death stopped flashing, the deep breathing had to begin. All through the lights I kept saying to myself 'it's gonna be okay, only 45 more seconds. Then you can just sit and breathe'.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Try an experiment for me: sit and breathe deeply, I mean really, really deep breaths in and out, for like, oh, four minutes straight.
I'll wait.

Done? Have you recovered the feeling in your fingertips? Did you wipe away the tears streaming down your face? Do you remember what this site is called?
Exactly.