Showing Up

This morning was a tough sell. My last radiation session last week did not go well. 

I was working with a new set of techs, and the lead person didn't care what I wanted. She ran the session the way she always did, my request for warning whether I needed to hold a breath for three seconds or thirty, ignored.

The resulting hyperventilation reactivated my dizziness. To add injury to insult, the crew didn't properly align my shoulder on the table; by the time I finished it was cramping and locked out of alignment. 

Fortunately, the long weekend allowed me time to stretch and exercise my upper right side back into place. The additional time also let my head heal up - by last night, the horizon had quit shifting on me. It was stable for the first time in two weeks.

I did NOT want to go back in and mess it all up again. 

But since I didn't let Libby quit in the middle of her tough chemo treatments, I could hardly look myself in the mirror if I bailed on the comparatively mild side effects of my radiation treatments thus far.

So, I showed up.

To my pleasant surprise, when I was called back for my session, it was Lynsey doing the calling - she's on what I've come to think of my A-Team. She and Natalie listen. They are quick, careful and compassionate. My apprehension level quickly eased. I was quickly strapped into place and treatment started.

Then. 

About halfway through the session, my meditation music suddenly stopped. 'What??' I recognized the strains of the song replacing the quiet tones - the Eagles, Hotel California.

Welcome to the Hotel California
It could be heaven, and it could be hell.

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"

'Really??? Of all the songs in the world, someone picks THIS one?' I started laughing.

The song lasted for the rest of the session - when Lynsey came back in, I asked her why the switch. She apologized, said they hadn't touched a thing, but that sometimes Pandora, the streaming service, has a mind of its own.

Clearly, the Universe has not misplaced their sense of irony.