Ever thought you were having a hallucination, but you weren't?

I was visiting my parents in Budapest (this would be back in 1990), they lived in the Buda area (posh flats on a hillside), and as I was walking down, I saw a No 65 bus, the exact same Routmaster bus, that I would catch to get to work in Brentford.

http://www.believermag.com/issues/200803/img/klosterman_duel.jpg

(fine film btw)

yesterday in the ER i heard a guy screaming that they wouldn't make him sew his fingertip back on, cuz then he wouldn't be able to collect workman's comp. then i saw him storm past my room and out of the hospital holding a bloody lunch bag. i had a fever of 103, but my friend, who was in the reception area, saw it too.

My smoke alarm went off once in a studio apartment where I lived, for seemingly no reason. Worst sound ever! I pressed the button and it wouldn't stop, I yanked out the batteries and it still wouldn't stop. At this point, I worried I was hallucinating. I walked out the door and the sound got quieter, which convinced me it wasn't a hallucination. I'm not sure if that logic would be accurate, but it was comforting.

FYI, you can let doctors sew your finger back on and still collect workers' comp benefits.

Maybe he had a dismemberment policy.

I mean, I can recall getting a dismemberment policy with an old job, looking over they payouts associated with the losses of various body parts, and thinking, you know ... man, if I ever lose my right pinky, that could really work out for me.

That's just straight up dismemberment insurance, probably purchased at a discount rate through your employer. Workers' comp benefits are a different animal.

In fact, in some jurisdictions, if a claimant unreasonably refuses treatment, the employer/insurance carrier can lawfully cut off benefits completely.

Maybe he had a dismemberment policy. plan.

― nabisco, Wednesday, June 24, 2009 2:46 PM (2 minutes ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

See, with a simple substitution, you could've knockd it out of the park.

Went to Vegas in March, had a Very Bad Night. (Such that when my friend slapped my face - because I was talking to her as if she were two other people - and brought me back to semi-consciousness past the Trump hotel off the Strip, I thought it had been three days. Reality was, six hours.)

Anyway, we start the long, dehydrated walk back to the time share place we were all staying (Windham Grand Desert), about a mile the other way off the Strip) - somewhere around Harrah's, we need water. She goes in and all the gift shops are closed (it's 7am on a Sunday or Monday), it takes forever to find water for sale. I'm sitting out front, and start freaking out that I had hallucinated her presence. Then she walks out of the casino with water, and I find Jesus (not really).

Been there, milo. Ate a bunch of tabs and a tornado hit my neighborhood.

Wait, I could talk all day about things I thought I was hallucinating that weren't actually hallucinations while I was on hallucinogens, but, at the same time I was hallucinating actual hallucinations all over the place.

On that note, why doesn't acid exist anymore? I always wanted to try it. ;_; (Part of my long-running subliminal someone on ILX mail me some acid in the back of a mix CD case campaign.)

Foresee Baleenism...

re: Vegas, no one knows what happened to me. I usually can't get drunk enough to black out, I get sick first. And I wasn't slurring or acting abnormal, other than having no fucking clue who I was with and apparently being very very mean (yelling at friend who stuck with me, because I thought she was another person who apparently I dislike strongly). I remember a round of shots with everyone around 1am, then nothing 'til 7am. Thankfully only came out of the night $600 poorer (lol strip club I don't remember to end the evening).

Acid production declined because of a big bust (or a few), I think it's picking back up.

haha Jenny I know the difference between dismemberment insurance and workman's comp -- that's why I said maybe he had dismemberment insurance!

As a workers' comp attorney, I am constitutionally incapable of parsing workers' compensation-related jokes.

hahaha

Dismember you're a Womble.

On that note, why doesn't acid exist anymore? I always wanted to try it. ;_;

Plentiful round my way. Not that I'd know ahem.

Is acid popular in Australia? I would have thought that hallucinogens + the presence of large poisonous insects would pretty much guarantee a higher incidence of bad trips?

Hallucination-that-wasn't-a-hallucination story:
I was on a boat touring Portsmouth Harbour, and all the other passengers were German tourists wearing light blue t-shirts with "SHIT HAPPENS" printed on them.

I would have thought that hallucinogens + the presence of large poisonous insects would pretty much guarantee a higher incidence of bad trips?

Dude, that's how Australia WAS MADE.