We got to the U of Ia bright and early. The NASCAR Wife put on a fine display. I think she blew the doors off a doctor in his Porsche. What a thrill, I was hoping she didn't get me killed before the procedure. They duelled up the road and she trapped him behind a dump truck, traffic did the rest.

I was given valium to help me sleep, imagine that. They put the halo on while I was basically out of it. Everybody says the guy who did it was quite sociable, I have to take their word for it. Again, I was just conscious enough to say, "THAT ONE HURTS."

To clear up any misconceptions- the halo wasn't really a halo. I thought they'd put a halo on and I'd get to start crossing and blessing people, it's not like that. It's more like the frame for a football helmet. If that sounds weird it's because it is.

After the halo was on they fed me breakfast/lunch. I love this place. Then I napped for three hours or so. When I woke up the wife told me, "there's a computer over there, you could send and check e-mail." I can't do much though, to type I have to close my right eye and that's a pain in the butt. That's just a figure of speech.

I just scratched my head and my head is still numb, that's almost interesting. I think I'll go take another nap.

On the one hand I hope the procedure works, on the other hand... I hope the procedure works. If at any time I start smelling bacon I'm going to push the panic button, because I am NOT the other white meat.

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