Tired Girl

I was talking with my brother, who recently told me that he has decided to become a vegan. Why? He was driving down the street, and he passed a truck, with crates stuffed full of chickens, with feathers flying out, and at that moment, he decided nope...no more chicken. Nothing with Fur of Feathers, fur and feather free.

What about the chicken in the middle?? He asked me...I thought for a minute, and I felt sad. I thought wow, the other day in my MRI, I had to go into a tunnel, get pictures taken of my boobies, and basically freaked out. I had to get my IV port access-which is usually a nightmare, but not at NVCI..they are the pro port people. First stick and BAM they got it... Then downstairs to the machine. I had to be pulled out, because I was basically that chicken in the middle. Above my face, about an inch above my face, was the MRI machine..so I closed my eyes...and beside me..my arms were basically squished..hmmm. Enough I said. With tears streaming down my face, I had the little squeezie thingie in my had to let them know if I was having a hard time.

Well I squeezed it. Hard. They pulled me out. We called upstairs to the doctor, and within 5 minutes they were down with me injecting my IV with a nice and happy drug. So I could relax. Back to being the chicken in the middle. This time I was on my tummy..and I had to lay face down, which at this point I was just ready to get it done. I need to ask the makers of MRI machines did they ever think of comfort, or they actually thought, hey it's all about getting the pictures, even if it is uncomfortable.

So honestly when you are in the MRI machine, all of you from Head to toe it is so loud. And then you swear the the machine is talking to you. You actually hear words coming from the machines, incessant chatter. So we have this flight or fight response built into us, right? We hear a siren, and we feel a rush of adreneline, we hear a loud noise and our first response is to look where it is coming from, assess if it is a danger, and then move away from the sound, quickly because it is a natural thing to do. Well, being in the tube, the chicken in the middle, you can't move. I mean you can't even breathe deep, just shallow breaths, and you lay there with this horrible loud noise that is pounding at your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. You want to run, and get away, but you can't.

So you just endure 45 minutes of being the chicken in the middle...just to see if I will get the "all clear" from my Doc's. Well I haven't heard from them yet..called him and left a message. I will hear from him tomorrow I do think!

So back to my brother being a vegan. I can understand his thoughts, about the chicken in the middle of the caged coups on the back of a truck going to the market for slaughter. The poor chickens do feel pain, they are probably scared, and that would then be released into their meat which we eat. The fear, the antibiotics, the stress. We are eating it all. We eat the stress, the fear and what does that do to us. Well, honestly we probably will never know...but guess what??? It makes you think twice before you buy that nice looking packaged chicken at the market. What are we eating? What kind of stress are we eating, antibiotics, and fear?

I just think that what he decided today is brave, and I love it. Could I do it. You bet your sweet A** I could. You are what you eat...they say... So I would rather not be that chicken in the middle...stressed, full of fear..scared...

I want to be free..I want to be me.....

Stacy