I love how music can really transport to a different place in time or sweep you up in the moment triggering happiness, laughter or sometimes even tears. It can even create feelings of uncertainty or thoughts of “that’s just down right odd.”

The latter is what is happening on treatment days. There’s music playing in the treatment room which is actually a great distraction while trying to lay completely still. First day I think it was some singers & standards that I quite enjoyed. But the last few days the selection has just been off. 

I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but it’s like the music a director selects for a really terrible, violent or disturbing scene, yet wants to be ironic with the music choice so selects something all sunshine and roses like a Mama Cass ditty from the sixties. I’m sure there’s a term for it, but my 10 seconds of googling turned up with nada. 

But yeah. A little odd to me to have this cheery, 60’s like music playing in the background…stuff I’ve never even heard…while getting radiation. What if they aren’t giving me radiation at all, and it’s actually some twisted X Files plot?!?  We are in the basement of a hospital after all!  What if…

Oy.  I think too many nights of restless sleep is making me a little delirious…time to shut this post down!

Note to self, though, ask them to change the music tomorrow. 😊