A few years ago, my EN&T referred me to a specialist at Georgetown. So, I went in, met her and we were discussing my symptoms. She asked if I'd brought my CD of a CAT scan that I'd recently had done. I gave it to her and she started playing it. We heard a male voice talking and looked at each other. It was so strange. We listened some more and all of a sudden I realized what it was. I'd grabbed a CD of a session I'd had with a medium instead of the CD of the scan. I wanted to die. Wanted the floor to open up so I could fall through. Tonight, while cleaning out a little file drawer in the kitchen, I found that CD and it reminded me of My Special Day at Georgetown Med.