Yesterday was a day I am glad I do not need to redo today. Did that make sense? If not..blame it on the pain meds.
My friend Grace took me for my biopsy and snapped this picture while waiting to go back. Do I need to even say how nervous I was. Needles going into these two hard as a rock masses...yuck. I had it built up in my mind...and um...it lived up to all my worry.
So as I sit there all worried. The nurse comes out and is looking at the file. I get all worried and Grace says..oh it is not you...your name is easy to say..she is trying to figure out how to say the name..
Oh okay good...reminder I am on pain meds...so I believe this ...then she says....
Come on..what did she say?
Amy...I look at Grace and say a curse word...bad I know..but I did . I get up and walk slowly to the scale. Yuck..hate the scale.
I went back and sat for what seemed forever. The nurse looks at me and says..Umm..are you alright?
Well Miss Nurse...you are talking back and forth about blade sizes and what type of tunes and whatnots you will need. Umm...Sure I feel great.
Then I hear the Dr whisper outside the door...does she know about the reports?
I just wanna ask a question...why is it when you want to hear what they are saying you can not. And when you do not want to hear things..you can.
For what seemed like forever yesterday I spent my time straining to hear every word of what they were saying and then covering my ears for the other.
When I left..I was shaken and scared and worried...but not broken..