Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 OMG! LMAO!!!! You are toooooo much sometimes!! What a sense of homor! Now can you share with me what she asked and what to expect since mine is tomorrow? Thank you Cecilia --- onebigscot@...> wrote: > Hello All, > > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best > efforts of the > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I > survived. > > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to > strip and sit on a > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her > black thigh-highs > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then > switched on a > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered > the black light > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was > timed to some > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep > " whomp " with each > flash. > > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me > into a fall sense > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she > clamped to my > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming > sensation > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking > up the power, > well...no additional comments on that. > > During all this...questions, accusations and > recriminations flew at > me faster than I could absorb them. These were > juxtaposed with the > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I > couldn't keep a > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember > crying, babbling, > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for > her to > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack > of the ruler or > tickle of a feather. > > I couldn't determine which type of information would > warrant which > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also > couldn't decide which > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought > about a different > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a > blessing as it > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my > tormenter (I > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional > dumping of > information that was dutifully recorded by a little > black box...the > sole witness of my humiliation. > > Or was it? > > > > > ____________________________________________________ Start your day with Yahoo! - make it your home page http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 Wow , Sounds like you had more fun than I did...........LOL (Really Cute) Thank you! Big Hugs Caryl Hello All,I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived.I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep "whomp" with each flash.It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, well...no additional comments on that. During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or tickle of a feather.I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it brought about a flood of such "stimulation" from my tormenter (I mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the sole witness of my humiliation.Or was it? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 OMG you are too funny ...Im laughing so hard I have tears running down my face!! Huggles > Hello All, > > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived. > > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep " whomp " with each > flash. > > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, > well...no additional comments on that. > > During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at > me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or > tickle of a feather. > > I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my tormenter (I > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of > information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the > sole witness of my humiliation. > > Or was it? > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 Hi . You have an amazing sense of humor!!! And what a creative mind, too!! Can you tell me what facility you are having your surgery at? Do you have a date yet? I don't know when my psych eval will be, or if I am supposed to be having one. My surgery date is August 22nd at South San Fran. I know that between now and then, I will attend Lifestyle3, pre-op 3 hour class, anesthia, meet the surgeon, and meet the case manager. Then 1 week later I have surgery. Is the case manager the one that does the " interrogations " ? Thanks for your info!! Take Care, Tamara - In gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients , " " wrote: > Hello All, > > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived. > > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep " whomp " with each > flash. > > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, > well...no additional comments on that. > > During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at > me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or > tickle of a feather. > > I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my tormenter (I > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of > information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the > sole witness of my humiliation. > > Or was it? > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 well that made me laugh ! too funny david ! colleenmusil321 wrote: Teach me to go away. This reminded me how much I have missed you guys. You are always good for a laugh and so much more. > Hello All,> > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived.> > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep "whomp" with each > flash.> > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, > well...no additional comments on that. > > During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at > me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or > tickle of a feather.> > I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it > brought about a flood of such "stimulation" from my tormenter (I > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of > information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the > sole witness of my humiliation.> > Or was it?> > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 well that made me laugh ! too funny david ! colleenmusil321 wrote: Teach me to go away. This reminded me how much I have missed you guys. You are always good for a laugh and so much more. > Hello All,> > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived.> > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep "whomp" with each > flash.> > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, > well...no additional comments on that. > > During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at > me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or > tickle of a feather.> > I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it > brought about a flood of such "stimulation" from my tormenter (I > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of > information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the > sole witness of my humiliation.> > Or was it?> > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2005 Report Share Posted July 13, 2005 Wow maybe I shouldn't have opted for the convenience of doing this close to home after all! I really missed out, sounds like fun and I'm glad you survived. LaWanda At 09:06 AM 7/13/05, you wrote: >Hello All, > >I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best efforts of the >pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I survived. > >I initially thought it odd when she asked me to strip and sit on a >cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her black thigh-highs >and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then switched on a >flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered the black light >of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was timed to some >sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep " whomp " with each >flash. > >It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me into a fall sense >of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she clamped to my >nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming sensation >flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking up the power, >well...no additional comments on that. > >During all this...questions, accusations and recriminations flew at >me faster than I could absorb them. These were juxtaposed with the >occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I couldn't keep a >cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember crying, babbling, >laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for her to >judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack of the ruler or >tickle of a feather. > >I couldn't determine which type of information would warrant which >type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also couldn't decide which >one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought about a different >type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a blessing as it >brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my tormenter (I >mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional dumping of >information that was dutifully recorded by a little black box...the >sole witness of my humiliation. > >Or was it? > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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