Some people were to watch, some were there to chart my behavior, some were there to put medicine in me, some were there to keep me comfortable, and some were there to the dirty work, but my main man was Dr. Cohen. He called the shots in the room and he was the single man I put my trust as he literally put his hands and pointed sharp thing at my brain. As you all know you brain controls about everything your body does, your breathing, your mobility, your speech, and considering your brain holds your memories and experiences and those factors make an individual who they are. Dr. Cohen had all my life and everything I am, 24 years of good memories and growing experiences in his hands. As I lay there amazed by the different things that are going on in O.R. I asked if the lady resident could shave my head. I knew she would understand how it was important to me that she did the minimal shaving. As was shaving my head people started asking about big hot pink cast on my leg. I assume it was to get my mind off things. So I told them the story and most of them thought it was cool so we made derby name to all the residence…the anesthesiologist came up with one for herself too. I was completely surprised how cool these people where. I actually had fun talking to the guys, but it didn’t take away the sound I was hearing in my head. They were putting at 6 point halo on me so I could not move my head during surgery. I don’t know why they called it halo because you don’t think of angels when you see this thing in action. They stabilize your head by literally screwing in long rod from different angles into your scull. I heard the bone when they screwed it in. While we were still talking about derby names Dr. Cohen made the cut of no return. I didn’t feel a sing thing except for when the blood started dripping in my ears. The anesthesiologist said I would be taking another nap….again it was a useless one.