The doctor, nurse and E were all really good about it. They alternately patted (nurse) held my hand (E) and talked to me (Dr.) in a soothing manner. All in all, I would highly recommend them for your biopsy needs.
Things looked good, and I'll get the final pathology results by Wednesday. I'm now the proud owner of not only a hole in my boob, but also a little piece of titanium marking the spot of the lump. COOL!
I spent the rest of the day yesterday relaxing. By relaxing, I mean alternately taking meds and icing my boob while watching:
- 3 episodes of Bones (my friend hipped me to this, and it's a good show. I enjoy smart talking; I'm not so crazy about the gory bits, so I look away a lot.)
- 2 George Clooney movies (Michael Clayton and The Perfect Storm - I dig Tilda Swinton, but she was barely in that movie, right? How did she win an Oscar? And I thought the boat movie was too long. Also, they all looked like they smelled. And my friend - who came over and brought me dinner since E had to work late - and I argued that one of the actors was either Hugh Jackman or Orlando Bloom; he was neither.)
- Part of Chris Rock Kill Messenger (not as funny as his first special - but he has on a killer tuxedo in London or Johannesburg; I could do without the shiny leather jacket he wore in NY.)
- And a 30 Rock episode (I don't think Steve Martin is a comic genius. He's just a guy with white hair who did a lot of cocaine. There. I said it.).
Time for a bit more studying before bed.