Biopsy Hilarity Part Two. No, for real.
(Of course I’ve been writing this post for over a month. But the as-it-happens present tense seems to work best for the retelling. Hope you enjoy! Here’s Biopsy Hilarity part one if you haven’t read it yet.) Biopsy Hilarity Two – now with boob needles Today I learned that they can push a needle into your lung through your favorite boob and no one will get arrested or anything. Yep, it’s finally time for me to get the lung biopsy. I have been waiting 5 months for it to be appropriate to investigate at this level again, and a month for the appointed day to actually arrive. Normally I’ve only had to wait a week at the most. So I’ve been sitting here like, good morning probably cancerous tumor who is doing the hustle behind my boob. How’s about you fucks off? So we go to the damn place, the outpatient surgery center at Doctor’s Community Hospital (DCH). Before we go on, one thing I have to say in favor of DCH (that’s a thing now. A chick is tired.) is that they are some friendly mofos. Whether that’s appropriate at 6:30 in the actual ass crack of dawn, is another discussion entirely. Who the fuck is happy as shit, at work, at dawn? Unless they’re getting off work? Still, Less pissed-off this biopsy around I guess I should be glad that they aren’t being mean to me. And that the frequent flier miles I have racked up are adding up to
