It starts with a mild throbbing in my head. The throbbing is sickening, I feel an urge to vomit. But I don't, I know there is nothing to vomit, I have tried before - it only makes things worse. My Quack says that cerebrospinal fluid has lumps in it and that causes pressure in parts of my skull. He doesn't know what causes the throbbing to start or stop. Damn those quacks - they never could do their job properly. When these lumps aggregate into big lump - the throbbing starts and then - the madness. They breakup after sometime - ironically the pressure of the skull breaks them up again and they disperse waiting for their nest mass meeting. Sometimes I feel that they are like union workers trying to revolt against my body - they have a secret agenda and they will keep putting pressure [sic] till my brain accedes. However I'd be screwed if I know what they want - maybe they want me to die
The throbbing increases slowly. I have to stop doing whatever I am doing and go lie down. I don't even know what is going to happen - the lumps congeal at a different place every time so its a new god-damned all expenses paid trip for me every time. The only thing common is that after every trip I am left with vivid memories and killing headache.
There are special straps on my bed, they can be used to bind my body if it go to spasms - one of the particularly violent trips had seen me to go on a murderous rage and trash both the orderlies at the institution. Normally one of them - I don't know their names, both of them are big huge hulking bodies that are called in when some guy goes berserk. I had broken the hands of one and the nose of another. Finally they had to use elephant-sized dose to tranquilizer to get me to sleep. I had spent the next six months in solitary - self imposed according to the institution but I knew better than to be around those two guys when there wounds were fresh.
I lie down on the bed and press the red button - some orderly will come in soon and strip me in - these steel fibered straps - ordinary nylon straps are too weak to hold me me if I go into rage. I close my eyes and try to ignore the throbbing, I try to think of something else - that busty nurse who comes in on Thursdays, she is quite a tart that one. She wears that sort skirt and sometimes she flashes to me. I wonder what she wants. Maybe we could get into some quiet corner and ... .
Damn the throbbing is too strong to ignore, I always forget that it becomes this strong. Its like my whole brain is being pounded by jackhammer. I am already firmly strapped in - the orderly must have done while I was thinking about that nurse. Damn! Damn! Damn! Soon I will pass out and it will be black till I wake up. Then I will remember this trip - slowly but vividly.
I pass out
The throbbing increases slowly. I have to stop doing whatever I am doing and go lie down. I don't even know what is going to happen - the lumps congeal at a different place every time so its a new god-damned all expenses paid trip for me every time. The only thing common is that after every trip I am left with vivid memories and killing headache.
There are special straps on my bed, they can be used to bind my body if it go to spasms - one of the particularly violent trips had seen me to go on a murderous rage and trash both the orderlies at the institution. Normally one of them - I don't know their names, both of them are big huge hulking bodies that are called in when some guy goes berserk. I had broken the hands of one and the nose of another. Finally they had to use elephant-sized dose to tranquilizer to get me to sleep. I had spent the next six months in solitary - self imposed according to the institution but I knew better than to be around those two guys when there wounds were fresh.
I lie down on the bed and press the red button - some orderly will come in soon and strip me in - these steel fibered straps - ordinary nylon straps are too weak to hold me me if I go into rage. I close my eyes and try to ignore the throbbing, I try to think of something else - that busty nurse who comes in on Thursdays, she is quite a tart that one. She wears that sort skirt and sometimes she flashes to me. I wonder what she wants. Maybe we could get into some quiet corner and ... .
Damn the throbbing is too strong to ignore, I always forget that it becomes this strong. Its like my whole brain is being pounded by jackhammer. I am already firmly strapped in - the orderly must have done while I was thinking about that nurse. Damn! Damn! Damn! Soon I will pass out and it will be black till I wake up. Then I will remember this trip - slowly but vividly.
I pass out
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