Biopsy.

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I've never had one before.  Kidney, left this time.  I wasn't at all sure what to expect.  As well, I am still suffering from... whatever has recently been plaguing me, plus the simple mechanical pains and mobility issues caused by a fractured or broken big toe (or two, both hurt terribly).

Still, this had to get done.  Stall after delay after reset, if it killed me, I was going in.  Today.

Set for 8:15.  We were pushing the time, but somehow made it with time to spare.  In my rush, I forgot my wallet.  Thankfully that wasn't an issue.  In, to change.  Blood work and bp checks, as literal qualifiers.  With not taking meds, regularly, for the other health issues and sleeping problems, plus whatever might have been wrong with me, I was a bit nervous.  Too many white blood cells?  Other issues?

Passed all the trials and tests.  BP was slightly high initially, more from my concerns than else.  But, as mentioned, all assessments greenlighted the venture.  I was given the game plan.  Had a few minor questions.  However, after read the full play bill, I had a solid question.  Could we go without painkillers?  I just... don't like them, and am rather pain tolerant.  The nurse couldn't say, but I would be having dialogue with the doctor.  Check.

An half hour later, I was changed and being rolled to the studio, suite, room or set of them really.  A quick talk with the doctor.  Two changes.  Didn't agree to blood infussion, not after the "vaxxes" and that blood still being taken.  And I was able to get the painkillers canceled, save the oxygen.  But that is tolerable.  I asked if they, whoever was listening, understood, that the oxygen dispensed on planes, wasn't for their health... if offered in an event?  It was merely to calm them?  Not even a chuckle.  I... don't think any of them had realized that.  Well, and don't have gallows or just black humor.  *rictus grin*

Anyway...  So we started.  I was told they would start with the novacain(sp?).  Then when they were starting.  If they told me when they switched to they biopsy, I didn't hear, or remember.  But I was calm.  Good oxygen.  ;p  However, I heard the clicks, which they had indicated would sound as bits were stolen!  Borrowed?  Whatever.

The most painful thing?  Just walking in on these broken feet.  Next?  The IV drip line, into my wrist vein.  Which they easily got on the first run.  The biopsy, initial injection, and else were quite mild, if the region now feels a bit sore, bruised.  But that is mild compared to just either foot, and each foot is less than both, and both are less than the other aches and pains.  Mother was impressed.  I wasn't.  It genuinely didn't hurt.

Oh, and with my breathing technique, my bp never got over 143/91.  And, that is mostly because I was laying on my stomach, withy elbows out before me.  I had to remember not to flex my biceps against the position.  Which means it was probably lower than the reads, for my flexing of biceps and triceps.  And, I kept tripping the low respiration number.  Which irritated them greatly, only causing me to chuckle.  I are an aminable!  ;p

Now, though, to rest.  Some cooking tomorrow, and Christmas day.  Plus, trying to be awake to manage Jasmine, if some nights mother has had to do it.  Then rest, again, for a serious length of time.  Ugh.  Later, goodnight, some such.