I was abducted by aliens...with lasers... and now my hair is white.

           I have been to Emory 6 out 13 days, most scheduled. Sunday I had to go because my picc line was not working right and we had to go all the way down just because they don't want anyone else messing with me at this point. Luckily, the problem was easily fixed.
            Today I signed another consent for a second study drug that may help with the GVHD after the transplant. Since I already have been feeling like a lab rat, they decided to take me down to the basement where I was put on a pedestal, had lasers grid out my bodies, and aliens says things that I didn't understand while they wrote down measurements. What kind of hick would I be if I didn't have a good abduction story.
I was being measured for whole body radiation that will start next Wed, the 23rd, at 6 am in the morning. We went down to radiation oncology which is in the basement and then we go further down, then they took me into a room that was even lower, that had a door about 1.5 feet thick. The aliens put me on a stretcher and jacked me up so that I was high enough for the huge machine to align the lasers on my body. It was freezing in there and they made me take off my hat. There were four of them in the room at the time and they laid me on my side and kept moving my knees, hips, feet, head, back to be aligned perfectly and then told me not to me.                                           They proceeded to take some type of foreign  measuring instrument and measure every part of my body and calling out things like "-3" and "+20", then they would go out of the room an the enormous machine took some X-rays. It seemed that 2 of the 4 were students. Then they had me flip over to do the same thing over again but this time I could only see their shadows on the walls and I was afraid they may start of the lasers to brand me. After that, a physicist came into the room and had them redo some of the measurements and started saying things like "The SSD needs to be zero at the point of the central axis... yada yada" I think that's what they said. It was very difficult to stay still but I thought it was best to do as they said with little complaints since no one would be able to hear me down there and there was no cell phone service. Looks like I'm going to need that Zofan medication they are going to make me take before hand. It makes me a Zombie. I'm sure there is a movie about Zombies and Aliens getting along just fine.  It's going to be a lonely hour while my body is being irradiated. I hope they are the same aliens so that I can learn their names.
       Here is the schedule: 3/22- getting new PICC line put in, 3/23-6am radiation for an hour, again at 1pm, being admitted somewhere in there, next two days radiation twice a day for an hour, next two days chemo, then the transplant on 3-29.
         Odd thing, today I noticed some of my hair growing back. It is white. If I have white hair, I'm going back to the blue.