I had a million thoughts run through my head last night, but the most prevailing thought was the horror of being paralyzed. Being paralyzed would be really tough to live with. I didn't appreciate being able to move, yes that sounds silly, but I didn't really. I just wanted a candy bar, but I was tired and couldn't move right away and then I thought of being paralyzed. I couldn't help myself, couldn't feed myself, if left alone I'd just die. Paralyzation is standing on the bridge to the hereafter.