18 days (or whatever it is) for crazy money? Yes, yes, yes.
I'd be the next Helen Flanagan. Refusing trials all the time and I'd be a paranoid mess, every itch would have me jumping up and down, ripping my clothes off. Every sound would have me jumping out of my skin. Every insect would have me running a mile, bending down in a corner, sobbing to get out...
But if 18 days meant I earned three years worth of wages, get me in there now.