This is Spinal Tap

Ouch. I've got to tell you, when the ER doc told me today that I needed a spinal tap, I thought the experience would be fun and zany, you know, like that movie - Spaceballs. But instead it was dark and disturbing like that movie Spinal Tap.*

I woke up with a rather pounding headache, and when the pain didn't dissipate within a couple of hours, I got a bit concerned that something was amiss. So Lauren and I made our second trip to the ER in two months, just to make sure my aneurysm (or as one of Lauren's more charming kindergarteners called it yesterday, "that freaky brain thing") wasn't bleeding.

Rather than do a CT scan, the doc ordered a lumbar puncture, which while a touch uncomfortable wasn't nearly as bad as medical lore has it. After an hour of nervous tension, we got the news that everything was OK.

So we're off to New Jersey tomorrow. Thirty hours in the car, with Lauren looking to complete her quest from previous trips of eating at every Subway for 2,000 miles.

*joke borrowed and modified courtesy of The Simpsons