Gamma Ray

If anyone wants to hear what it's like to have a Gamma Knife procedure by someone who is slightly overdramatic and exaggerative I will tell you.

They went on and on about pain medication and numbing the exo skeleton, however, pain meds or not--it felt like having someone screw four screws into your skull.

Immediately following the the screws and...head harness (roll eyes when read)...I was wheeled off to recieve a 40 minute MRI which in flashbacks was....the worst...alien abduction/mental institution in the 20's-esque. To top it off I was being tossed around like I was unconscious when I was only unsuccessfully medicated.

After that a CT Scan, followed by my Gamma Ray Laser Treatment.

Now; I had spent the day prior arranging the ultimate Jo's relaxing playlist on my ipod, and corresponding CD, which consisted of;

I'll be your man, Black Keys
Closer, Kings of Leon
Baba O'Reily, The Who
and other musical gems...

I envisioned it being a glorious spa day sailin as high as a kite. My bar was set a little too high when the drugs sucked and the assistant said they could not figure out how to turn my IPOD on. "But we have Pandora!" :)))) "Oh that's....lovely." The only time I'd tried Pandora I'd put in Yeah Yeah Yeah's and 10 Tegan and Sarah songs came up...ick. So rather than having a diva moment where I insisted they bring me my IPOD so that someone smarter than a neurosurgeon could turn it on--I said Flogging Molly. Big Mistake. My spa day was ruined by wanna-be-horribly-live Irish jig alternative tween music. There is a mic in the machine and I was very close to saying, "Please....just turn the music off...this is giving me more anxiety than this torture chamber."

And that was the day. I got screwed and they sent me home without even a IBProfin 800 prescription. While I was looking through my medical bills for 2010 the other day I couldn't help but think how much more fun it would be looking at them if they were put towards the best boob job of all time. Or even better...a vacation.