Tomorrow, I am having a procedure done, and they are going to put me to sleep. That has to be the worst term ever invented. Who came up with the idea of telling someone that they are being put to sleep? It is like being taken in front of one of those death panels and learning that you are no longer a vital part of society.
Seriously, they could just say that they are going to knock you out. That leaves you with the impression that you will wake up. Want to know how it feels to be told that you are being put to sleep? Just ask Rover. Wait, you cannot ask Rover. He is dead.
To mark this occasion of being put to sleep, I have decided to bust out the iPod and see what it feels like playing.
“Jenny, Jenny” by Little Richard
“If Things Don’t Change” by Gene Allison
“Pipe Dreams” by Jimmy Beck and His Orchestra
“On Her Majesty’s Secret Service” by Propellerheads
“Even Trolls Love Rock and Roll” by Tony Joe White
“Honey” by Bobby Goldsboro
“Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” by Elton John
“The Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel
“Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N’ Roses
“Move On Up” by Curtis Mayfield
“Angel of Harlem” by U2
“You Are Too Beautiful” by Curtis Stigers
“Pecos Bill” by Sons of the Pioneers
“Reminiscing” by Little River Band
“The Three Great Alabama Icons” by Drive-By Truckers
“Carolyn” by Merle Haggard
“Aboria (Planet of the Tree Men)” by Queen
“Jackson” by Johnny Cash
“In the Evening” by Led Zeppelin
“In the Midnight Hour” by Wilson Pickett
I hope my crazy iPod is still here when I wake up.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 