I’ve recently been obsessed with Led Zeppelin. I mean, I’ve always been obsessed with Led Zeppelin since I started listening to rock music in middle school (Thank you brother for introducing me to Rush). But I go through phases and I’m on a Zeppelin kick.
Today is March 22nd. I’m waiting to have an excisional biopsy procedure done, i.e. cutting out 2 lymph nodes. We already pretty much know what this thing in my neck is, we just need to know the sub-type. I’ll be heavily drugged up so it’s not like I’m going to feel anything.
So here I am in my gown in a freezing hospital room. The nurse was nice enough to throw a warm blanket on my feet. And so I wait. Listening to Zeppelin on Spotify, in shuffle mode mind you.
A quick aside: I am not a superstitious person at all. I don’t engage in any weird patterned activities or wear lucky boxers before KU games (sorry, it’s March Madness time. We’ve got a date with Villanova in the Elite 8. Spoiler alert – we lose). I like to think I subscribe to reason and logic. Others may disagree 
The first song that plays on shuffle, “In my Time of Dying.” Well that’s just ironic as hell. I listen to it in its entirety. Next song: “Stairway to Heaven.” Hahahahaha. Next song, “When the Levee Breaks.” At this moment, I’m particularly intrigued. I have to share this with my cousin Ankoor, the most classic rock-obsessed fellow I know. He responds, “man, next is gonna be Achilles Last Stand.” “Ankoor, that’s what I’m listening to now!” I was actually thrilled to get to this song. I’m particularly obsessed with it at the moment. It’s a 10-minute non-stop high and it gets me energized for the things about to happen.
Glad I’m not superstitious.