Radiation and Aliens

I started radiation on Monday. When I walked in to the radiation room for my first time I was greeted by about 6 technicians, most of them were women. They all introduced themselves to me, then they said I could go ahead and take off everything but my shoes - even my hat. The concept of stripping down in front of a crowd of people in order to be shot with radiation was not appealing to me, so I tried to imagine myself somewhere else that was less scary, like being on an alien ship as an abductee.

Inside the alien ship there were two rooms: the computer room and the probing room. The computer room had an array of complicated computer systems. I was put in the probing room, of course. In the probing room there was a table next to this huge mechanical contraption with about 6 robotic arms. The aliens played music for me to relax me while they did whatever it was that they do, on Monday they played Nat King Cole. I had to lie down on my back with my arms above my head and I could not move. I could only see the faint outlines of the technicians out of my peripheral vision while they were moving me and lining up my alien markings. Their hands and tentacles were cold. About 20 minutes into it my arms fell asleep and I could not feel them. I imagined that the aliens had plucked them off to experiment on them. After the aliens left the room they could still see me from their computer room because there is a camera constantly monitoring me. Who knows how many aliens were in there.

On the intercom a sweet sounding female alien said, "Ok, Jason, everything looks good, we are now going to start treatment." "Unforgettable" was the song that was playing as the buzzer sounded indicating that radiation was being administered to my spine. The next phase of alien probing was the radiation to my chest. They moved my table with a remote control. Then this other piece of the robot came down onto my chest and the aliens used a permanent marker to draw around the target zone. Again the aliens scurried away to the computer room to watch me and laugh at me as they shot my chest with electrons. Then they came back in, lined up my hip with cold hands. Coincidentally, "Unforgettable" came on again and then went the buzzing.

It was a total of an hour-and-a-half. When I left they had apparently reattached my arms; I saw them but I could not feel them. I was delighted to discover that my arms started working by the time I got to my truck. I was still able to drive and I felt no residual pain except for a little funkiness in my arms from the lack of blood for an hour. I had two shapes drawn on me: one on the center of my chest surrounding my weird patch of chest hair, and one on the front of my hip. Both markings smeared over the course of the day. That was the first of 17 treatments finished. I have since gone in every day at 8:30am. It is not fun for me yet.