Count as you breathe.
Breathe in 1-2-3-4.
Breathe out 1-2-3-4.
If the doctor's good, they'll keep you talking and talk to you for further distraction
walking you through each step they take.
Most of the time, certain tests don't take much longer than 30 seconds and afterwards they'll leave you alone so you can recover if you need it.
Talk to them beforehand so they know you're anxious
and see what they can do to help you get through it.
Knowing options are always open to you if you need them can help put you at ease.
Doreen June Watsford
Doreen's barely a tweenager when she slipped near a rocky grotto by her cousins home.
Doreen lost her footing balance on some unstable terrain crumbling down below with her.
Doreen's lifetime was c. 193X-194X
Rookwood General Cemetery
Rookwood, Cumberland Council, New South Wales, Australia
Anglican Sect 15 grave 2539
MEMORIAL ID 102416085 ·
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13 hr. ago
I think I'm losing my head
I was driving home after a long day at work.
I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters.
"What's wrong honey" she asked me.
"I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused.
Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home.
I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies.
Eventually, I dozed off.
I dreamt strange things.
I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them.
Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless.
No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached.
I woke up in my bed, alone.
I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children.
My cell phone line was dead, no service.
I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later.
There was no one on the road but me.
It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out.
I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind.
I was lost.
I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything.
Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on.
And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there.
At last, I could find out what was going on.
I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend.
"Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him.
He didn't answer.
I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream.
It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare?
I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state.
My head hurt, my eyes hurt.
I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here.
My vision began to narrow.
Sounds began to blend together.
And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time.
"The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."
1 yr. ago
I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents.
That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.