Photo by Osberth Valle.
I'm done with it, and so relieved. Given two Xanax, it was not so bad. And the machine was a new one since the machine I experienced 10 years ago. Much more open, with nice air blowing through. It looked exactly like this. My head went into that little plastic thing, and my whole upper body into the bigger tube, and it sounded exactly like a Fat Boy Slim song, and then it was done.
Besides this being over, I also received an excellent letter from my doctor. It's an instant classic. It says, in its entirety:
I'm thinking of having it laminated and carrying it around. For good measure.
Mrs. Brown will not be able to serve on jury duty. She will not be able to sit or concentrate for long periods of time.