Ox Fall Down

Matchday 1: leave your pants and shoes on but take your shirt off. Lie on your back on the tray in your hip mold and leg braces. Hands over your head on the two pegs. Thin, red lasers align against the tattoos. The techs lift your left side an inch. They make x's on your chest with magic markers. They place two lead blankets over your pelvis and leave the room for an x-ray. The Eagles play faintly overhead while you wait for them to come back. The tray slides to the back wall. Later it will slide to each compass point and rotate 360 degrees. After 5 minutes the first portal is finished. They slide you to the left wall. The device is now at your side, extended four feet like a metal, telescopic old camera. One of the techs slides a bronze lens over the device. It's shaped like the far, right edge of the tumor. You breathe normally. If it weren't for a slight pain in your right arm you would fall asleep. The entire room starts to spin like a hamster wheel. You think you're going to tip off of the tray before you realize the walls and ceiling are moving but the floor is static. You're brain knows you're not moving but your eyes still can't believe it. The lights go out for the second portal. Five minutes later you're finished. That's it. You just got rad.