Comments on: Escape From Monopoly, and Nobody Thinks They’re Stupid

By: Laserboy

Laserboy — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:26:35 +0000

There’s a guy where I work with absolutely no sense of humor. It’s not that he doesn’t like jokes he just doesn’t get the punch line most of the time. And when he tries to tell a joke he usually ruins it by telling it so badly and he sticks in words like “basically” where they don’t belong. But he is funny to listen to as he tries to tell a joke. And more recently he seems to laugh at the appropriate time as if someone turns on one of those audience prompts that say “APPLAUSE” or “CLAP”.

Oh and CADude, those hospital gowns have a name . they’re called I.C.U. gowns. How ironic?

By: Lee Harvey Ramone

Lee Harvey Ramone — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:39:22 +0000

I usually wear a hospital gown to work on ‘casual Fridays’.

By: Gretchen

Gretchen — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:30:08 +0000

CADude: I am a small person and it still felt like being in a coffin. I’m just glad I’m not alone in getting the willies about these things.

By: CADude

CADude — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:09:46 +0000

A panic button? They have those? SHIT!!!!!

I had an MRI a year or so ago, and got absolutely no prep for it. A friend had told me it took 3-5 minutes (some friend), and I figured I could get through that without any problems. I did. But at about 10 minutes I figured that I was now on the other side of “3-5 minutes” and feelings of claustrophobia started. I was also well aware of the fact that there was nothing I could do to get out of the thing (I’m not a small guy…ahem) short of starting to scream. I was able to suppress the screaming, though, and started playing mind games–playing the guitar in my head, trying to remember lyrics, and other shit which took my mind off of my predicament for a good 10 seconds at a time.

Later I found out that there are speakers and a microphone in there, so communication was possible. Nice of the asshole tech to tell me about that. And a panic button? Just knowing one was available would have made a hell of a lot of difference.

If there’s’ a next time? Heavy drugs and a driver. Or a taxi. Or I’ll just stay there ’til the drugs wear off. No question about it–heavy drugs will be involved. And heavy drugs should be involved for anyone who has to undergo this modern-day torture device that’s used most often by doctors to cover their asses.

Saaaaaay….isn’t it ironic that doctors cover their asses, while giving us those open-ass “gowns” to wear in their presence. That’s gotta mean something. Greater minds than mine can figure that one out.

By: Gretchen

Gretchen — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 17:16:28 +0000

Tom: I had a mask on, they could have supplied more air, I had ear plugs in, and one itty bitty Lorazepam turns me into a raging bitch (nor can I drive under it’s influence). Such are the mysteries of my body chemistry.

Alice: Good idea! If there is a next time I’ll be testing it in advance too. However, there’s nothing to stop the technician from sneaking out, short of buzzing that thing every five minutes to make sure they’re still there and paying attention.