Radio Gaga

This is one of the faces of my new friend. When I lie there getting my therapeutic tan, these are the little faces that appear in the machinery above me. Dougskullery here is the first one I noticed on Day 1.

He resides in the large hand of Hal the robot. I prefer to see Hal as a large gentle reiki machine who waves his benevolent arm over and around me, never quite touching me but sending all his healing energy directly into my chestage. Hopefully he is blasting any rogue pac-man cancer cells into oblivion. When the classical music is on and the lights are off, the last radiologist leaves the room and Hal begins his radiation waltz with a series of ticks and buzzes, like an obscure African language. It all feels very 2001 Space Odyssey. I mentioned this to my young male radiologist and he said he had never heard of that movie. They must not have an art film unit in their Uni course. 

I asked if I could take some photos and he asked if I'd like to be in it! Seriously? Have you seen the cut on this hospital gown? Turned out I am anyway.

Dougskullery has a friend above him with a scary 'grrr' mouth and funny nose. There is a face in there too.

This is their round faced friend further around the dial of Hal's hand. There is not much else to think about during the motionless procedure except that it rather surreal to be lying midair with half your clothes off, music, a robot and one breast. Who'd have thought?

There could be some rather funny characters to paint out of this. A children's book? - "Hal and the Pac man Zappers". 

                       There have been eleven dates with Hal's faces and fourteen still to go.

It is really not too bad. They don't stick pointy sharp things in you or poison you. Maybe just a little bit but at least it's invisible. Really much nicer than keeno although as a holiday destination I have to say I've had better.