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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 6, 2012 14:10:50 GMT -5
I have a mild fear of heights. But I used to de-ice planes in a cherry picker, so I'm at least functional. Hospitals freak me out too. I'm fine if I'm there for personal treatment, but when visiting a friend or family member, going down those long hallways is like walking the Green Mile. That's not an irrational fear. It's a conditioned response. I have that one too.
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Post by Random Panther on Apr 6, 2012 14:16:22 GMT -5
I know what you mean about hospitals,it's not really a phobia though,they have a depressing air to them,hardly conducive to speedy recovery,and they insist on deathly silence,haven't they ever heard of the healing power of music/music therapy?
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Post by Jenne on Apr 6, 2012 16:27:33 GMT -5
No one goes to a hospital to 1) rest or 2) get better. That happens at home.
Hospitals are where they stick shit into you, cut you open, and get you hooked on drugs. And sometimes give you the added bonus of infections you can only GET at the hospital.
I HATE those places...
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Post by BadBeast on Apr 6, 2012 17:53:31 GMT -5
Yeah, Hospitals are one of those places where the percentage of people coming out, is significantly lower than the percentage going in. (Compared to a similarly busy place, like a Supermarket) You can go in for a simple procedure like a microscopy, and run a very real risk of dying from a penicillin resistant staph infection.
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Post by spazmosis on Apr 11, 2012 1:52:23 GMT -5
I guess i have two that i can think of. Clowns are one of them. Little evil looking or twisted clowns like the idiots in the Insane Clown Posse static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2010/8/18/1282145598437/insane-clown-posse-006.jpg don't scare me, it's the ones with the constant smiles on their faces that freak me out. Also cockroaches. I can and have dealt with spiders and snakes but cockroaches scare the shit outta me. I think it stems from a childhood incident at the age of about five when my Dad called me into the kitchen to have a look at a particularly big one that he'd found. He must have thought that something new would intrigue a 5 year old and it did......until the little bastard took off flying and landed on my damn face! To this day i struggle to even get close enough to the little bastards with the insect spray to kill em.
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