Wood, magnetic Bow Tie o’ the Day and I just walked in the house after my last TMS treatment. I’m going to make a t-shirt which will say, “I had a course of 36 Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation treatments, and all I got was this stoopid beanie.” A “map” of my brain had to be drawn on it. Also, the technician had to write on it the specifications of the electromagnetic zaps my personal brain was supposed to endure during each session.
The reason I’m still wearing my treatment beanie is cuz of Suzanne and my new hairs cut. We both hated my raggedy hairs by the time I got them chopped off. Everybody did. I didn’t mind her hatred towards my hairdon’t. I was equally appalled whenever I looked at it. My newly cut hairs are more of a shaping trim– except for the back hairs which have been mowed to the length of a blade of grass on a perfectly manicured golf green. The entire cut is an improvement beyond measure.
However, the cut has not passed the Suzanne test. I know this because she hasn’t made one comment about it. She’s been pestering me for months to just get the damn mop cut, or at least trimmed. When I finally let Miss Tiffany cut it, what do I hear Suzanne say about it? Nothing. Nada. I hear crickets. She did actually try to get rid of my sideburns by moving them behind my ear. I put them back where Miss Tiffany put them. And still, no words from Suzanne. Just the sound of crickets and nothingness.
This is a thing I have learned over the years about Suzanne’s mode of operation: no comment, no answer, no response to a text, a symphony of crickets– all of these silences mean Suzanne doesn’t want to answer my questions. She would rather not say what she thinks. I have become a pro at deciphering her non-responses. I get it right 98 percent of the time. She might as well just say it– the good, the bad, the ugly– cuz her non-answers tell me the answers anyway.
FYI I’ll give you the rundown about my TMS experience and any results in a coming post.