So, my last Monday... Steve and Cassey and Amy were all there to greet me this morning. I am an easy patient and have learned the routine. We have a little routine of who is in the dressing room, who is up next, and who is on Regis and Kelly. The old guys and I have so little in common except that we all have 9 o'clock zap appointments, we watch Regis and Kelly together every morning. We compare our weight loss (and in my case weight gain, hahaha!) and we talk about different lotions for our sunburn. I am only talking in whispers and some of them can't seem to hear very well, so you can imagine how funny it is. It has become a nice little group, and while I can't say that I will miss this, I will certainly have some fond memories of those old men.
I have tried each day to count the 30 seconds that the actual machine is zapping me with the words "heal, heal, heal, heal.." I freak out every now and then when I feel like it has been longer than 30 seconds and someone has forgotten to turn the machine off. I am bolted to the table and can't see and can't talk, so I panic and try and imagine how would get out of the mask before the laser beam puts a hole thru my neck.
I have so many friends that are calling in to wish me luck on my last week, it feels good.
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