Torture
There is a lot of talk these days about the use of torture as an interrogation technique by the CIA. Whatever side of the debate you happen to fall on, I can tell you what I learned today: under torture, I will confess to anything.
Today was the simulation for radiation. Lying perfectly still on hard molded plastic is extraordinarily difficult -- and painful. I still haven't recovered my sense of humor about it, but I'm getting there. They talk about "stress positions" in interrogation; this was a stress position if I've ever felt one. My poor, unprotected head against that hard plastic, my arms overhead, saliva pooling in my throat but unable to swallow, I went from shivering from the exposure to sweating from pain. I was on that table, being lined up and drawn on and x-rayed for an hour and half. I swear, I would have confessed to the great train robbery just to be able to lift my head up and take a deep breath. And then, at the end, I got six (or seven, maybe) more tattoos. One is on my throat.
The tech said that today was the worst, and if I got through this, I can get through treatment. Yeah, right. Fricking sadist.
Today was the simulation for radiation. Lying perfectly still on hard molded plastic is extraordinarily difficult -- and painful. I still haven't recovered my sense of humor about it, but I'm getting there. They talk about "stress positions" in interrogation; this was a stress position if I've ever felt one. My poor, unprotected head against that hard plastic, my arms overhead, saliva pooling in my throat but unable to swallow, I went from shivering from the exposure to sweating from pain. I was on that table, being lined up and drawn on and x-rayed for an hour and half. I swear, I would have confessed to the great train robbery just to be able to lift my head up and take a deep breath. And then, at the end, I got six (or seven, maybe) more tattoos. One is on my throat.
The tech said that today was the worst, and if I got through this, I can get through treatment. Yeah, right. Fricking sadist.
posted by Rachel Troxell at 12:45 PM
2 Comments:
Another indignity to body and soul -- and just when you thought the worst was over. Keep thinking about February and vacationing in paradise. Find the perfect bathing suit that coordinates with your tatoos. And find a devil-may-care floppy hat. That ought to keep you busy for a while!
Sending hugs but not squeezing too tight,
Mina
Mina said what I wanted to say, but better!! When do we go shopping?
Mom
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