Cant get you out of my hair

Alright, given that I’m assuming most care as to how the scan went on Friday, I’d better cover that tonight? Great shame, as its the 72nd anniversary of the alien spacecraft ‘landing’ at Roswell, but maybe I can do that next time, though probably be the other blog. So anyway, lets do the serious version of events here, and maybe do a more ‘far fetched’ version on the other one?

I must admit it, no surprise, I thoroughly enjoyed having numerous electrodes pasted on to my head, and wired up to the scanning machine. Probably for all the wrong reasons, but regardless of that… I didnt get to see myself until afterwards, but it looked wonderful, something akin to those old 1930’s style perm/curling machine, so yes, I definitely had the ‘wired up to be brainwashed’ look, even if the electrodes were really only scanning, not brainwashing, but anyway…

The first bit was standard enough, the looking in all directions stuff, followed by about 10 minutes just laying there with my eyes closely, imagining it was doing all sorts of evil things to my mind, but you cant have everything, sadly.

After that, first I did some deep breathing exercises, presumably to try and trigger something interesting in my brain? After recovering from that, I was then subjected to a stream of lights flashing on, and off for periods, both with eyes open, and shut, and the latter caused the sort of pattern you see on those hypnotic trance things. Sadly, even that didnt actually erase my mind, shame!

I gather there was nothing exciting in the results, which might have been down to having a good day, or a sign that I’m on about the right level of meds now, or possibly both. Results will go to the neurologist to decide what happens next. Well, in one sense at least. The sense of whether they want to repeat the test after a period of some sleep deprivation, as that would possibly annoy my brain more, and produce better results, before the MRI scan. Alternately, the MRI scan is now set for 3 weeks today, so we could go straight to that. The amusing thing there will be getting the earrings out of my ears, after, err, a large number of years, without removal. No idea on that one, but they will have to go by one means or another, for sure. Then I have to decide whether to get a pair of studs put back in, or not. I suspect the decision will depend on whether I might need follow up MRI’s, or not?

The other choice I’m facing soon relates to the transition issue. I can simply get the bits bobbed, get the right genitals aligned to the womb, and leave it at that, or I can do the whole thing, hormones, the full work. The main thing being that if I want to flash genuine cleavage, I’ll need to do the latter, but there is a lot involved. If all I wanted is my main psychological issue solved, the bits down below, it could be done a lot easier, and I could then wear clingy dresses, and swimsuits, with no issue anyway.

Twist my arm, real cleavage would be nice, but at my age, in truth, clearly up the main issue might be the easier option.

So now, await the revised brainwashing (EEG), or the MRI robotisation, which will it be? Got one fun job tomorrow regardless, ring for the result of the blood test, unless that too vanished back to the 1930’s, or some alien planet!

OK, video time, and the reason for the blog title. The electrodes sadly come off too easily, the paste used to fix them to my scalp, less so. But my hair is now washed, conditioned, and electricity free. So, a little Kylie. There is a very robot version of this video, but as always, when you want to find something, nowhere to be seen!

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