DAY 1- TMS

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The pain was pretty horrific, mostly because the shinny brochure said it was painless. I am the kind of person who wants the truth. Tell me its going to feel like I am getting stabbed in the head for twenty minutes and I will brace myself. Tell me it feels like a light tapping, but it actually feels like I am getting knifed and I am going to have a hell of a time not being furious about the ruse. I am still not over the betrayal, but I digress. I expected nothing the first day so when I drove out of the parking lot like Mario Andretti, I was thrilled. All of a sudden, I had the reflexes of an 18 year old. I was spinning around corners, making lefts like I owned the road and I was high. That first night I went home and read a 135 page law paper in an hour and understood it. I was limitless, so I thought. This was absolutely amazing. I wish I had had the common sense to do a video those first few days as I was actually someone else. Someone I don't know but who to me was vaguely familiar. I was smart, damn smart. Getting stabbed in the head was literally a no brainer, bring it on.

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