Good Times….

My first official day of living in Arkansas turned out to be more eventful than I originally anticipated (or less eventful, depending on how you look at it).  I woke up thinking I was going to have two biopsies, then be able to come home to rest.  I’ve been getting crazy tired lately.  I was really looking forward to that rest!

So, I get to IR (Interventional Radiology) this morning with an empty stomach.  Apparently, you need an empty stomach if a doctor needs to poke your chest full of holes. It always makes me a little cranky when I don’t get some protein in my belly, but the nurses in that department immidiately made me happy and relaxed.  They went out of their way to help me and be pleasant.  You know when you can tell that people really like their job and believe in what they do?  That is what it felt like in IR.  Happy, good people.

So, they got me hooked up to an IV, and then wheeled me off for the first biopsy.  Once again, it was conscious sedation.  Did it work this time?  Nope!  I give up.  Conscious sedation just wasn’t meant for me.  Oh well, I had another great conversation with the doctor punching holes in my chest.  Good times!

After that biopsy I was ‘escorted’ by wheelchair to the next department.  I really can’t say anything pleasant about that area of the hospital.  They weren’t very nice, they didn’t let me eat (it was now 2ish.  I’d had nothing since 7pm last night), and the doctor took out my IV very roughly and neglected to apply pressure so I gushed blood every where.  Again, good times!  To make it even worse, after talking to mom and me like we were dummies, he informed me that I wasn’t getting a biopsy today, but having a full blown excisional surgery tomorrow.  Full blown surgery…TOMORROW.  Ugh.

I’m not thrilled about tomorrow.  All I can think of is how fragile my spine, ribs, shoulders and sternum are right now.  The doctor did NOTHING to alleiviate my concerns.  He actually agreed with me that broken bones were a possiblity, but that he’d do his best not break me.  He compared me to porcelain, but then said, “even porcelain gets broken sometime.”  Nice, doc.  Real nice.

So, if you read this before noon tomorrow, say a prayer for no broken bones!

‘Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.’  Mark 11:24