You couldn't pay me enough

Was in Las Vegas in May with our friends from Australia and drove them down to the Hoover Dam. As we approached the parking garage I looked south and saw people walking across that new bridge downstream. Oh my ...

 

I saw that bridge from the dam and said no way. Then, I was a wreck approaching that bridge driving to Vegas from Phoenix. But you can’t see over the side and you’re on it for just a few seconds.
When I heard the 40-year-old thing, I did the mental math and thought WTF.

 

Glad to see I'm not the only one on here who's freakishly claustrophobic. I avoid elevators whenever I possibly can. Mrs. Flip and I had an appointment downtown a few months ago, in a ninth floor office. On the ground floor, I watched people get on and off the elevator a few times, then started looking for the stairs. Got in some good exercise that day.

And I haven't flown in probably 10 years, and I'll be happy if I never fly again. Wife wants to go on a beach vacation next summer, and I just don't think it's going to happen.

 

As you walk across the Hoover Dam (which is nerve-wracking enough), you’re 700-odd feet above the Colorado. Those hardy souls walking across that bridge are a couple hundred feet higher.

Fuck.
That.
Shit.

 

I couldn't even walk out on the SkyDeck. I psyched myself up for it, got to the ledge and went NOPE NOPE NOPE all the way back to an interior wall. Skyscrapers, airplanes don't bother me? That shit? NOPE.

I had an open-air MRI. No tube. All I remember was getting up on a table and taking a 45 minute nap while something clicked in the background.

 

I also freaked out while they were sliding me into the MRI tube. Pissed off the medical office, I'm sure, because they count on every time slot to be booked full (and paid for) every day. But they couldn't talk me back into the tube.

I found a place that does MRI scans while you sit (or stand) upright. It didn't bother me much, once I got used to having my head strapped into a fixed position to minimize movement. Almost freaked even at that, but I was able to handle it once we got going, and the time passed fairly quickly.

 

Yes, it can be a sign of perimenopause, so 40 might be about right.

 

I did a good bit of caving with I was in my early twenties. Tight squeezes, no problem. Long falls and heights didn't bother me as long as I couldn't see any further than the end of my light, as long as I was safely harnessed. There was a cave in Tennessee where you went in a little ways and then rappelled down 120' or so to get to the tunnels. Again, np. Which is funny,because a one story roof all but paralyzes me now.

Underwater caving, Fuck That!!!

 

Then there's this one... I'd have wet myself.

 

I about passed out reading this.