A Wee Little Whine

Why, yes, I would like a little cheese to go with my whine. Thank you for asking. I'll use it to sedate myself in the morning.

Tomorrow I'm going to the hospital to have a stereotactic biopsy. Go ahead. Click on that link and see what fun I'm going to have. I'll wait.

Doesn't that sound like fun? My favorite part is this:

At most facilities, a specially designed examination table will allow you to lie face down with your breast hanging freely through an opening in the table.

Um, hello? I don't want any part of my anatomy "hanging freely" to be poked and prodded or, in this case, squished into a pancake. And that whole "automatic, spring-loaded needle" or "vacuum- assisted device" part? I think I just got a little light-headed, and I've never had a fear of needles. I have blood drawn every six months and it's never bothered me. But this? This bothers me immensely.

Okay, yes, I'm grateful that we have technology that allows doctors to detect abnormal cell growth and remove those cells for testing. And, yes, I'm glad that this type of procedure has saved countless lives through early detection. And, yes, I'm lucky to live near the state capital, so I don't even have to drive far for the procedure.

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO ENJOY IT!!

Wah! I don't wanna go.