Thursday, May 13, 2010
Biopsies and Blow Torches
I had to have an endometrial biopsy done yesterday. I was assured that it would not hurt. I was assured that I would feel some pressure and a little pinch. Even though they were going to go into my uterus with a foreign body and suck out some lining to test it, it wouldn't be painful. We promise, yaddayaddayadda.
If their idea of a little pressure was equivalent to taking someone's face and holding it against the muffler of a bus that has traveled 500 miles, then yes, I felt a little pressure. If a little pinch equates to someone making you lie facedown on the floor, taking your right ear and stamping on it while wearing metal golf cleats, then yes, there was a little pinch.
It felt as though Satan lit a cigarette lighter and held it inside my uterus till I kicked him in the throat. Afterward, my legs shook as though I had run 10 miles in foot-deep snow with hip waders on, carrying a 5 year old child and his pet doberman pinscher on my back.
This procedure is barbaric. I am insisting on being put completely out the next time anyone approaches me with a surgical instrument. If they refuse, I will bring out a flask of alcohol and wash down 7 xanax with the contents of said flask till I pass out.
If their idea of a little pressure was equivalent to taking someone's face and holding it against the muffler of a bus that has traveled 500 miles, then yes, I felt a little pressure. If a little pinch equates to someone making you lie facedown on the floor, taking your right ear and stamping on it while wearing metal golf cleats, then yes, there was a little pinch.
It felt as though Satan lit a cigarette lighter and held it inside my uterus till I kicked him in the throat. Afterward, my legs shook as though I had run 10 miles in foot-deep snow with hip waders on, carrying a 5 year old child and his pet doberman pinscher on my back.
This procedure is barbaric. I am insisting on being put completely out the next time anyone approaches me with a surgical instrument. If they refuse, I will bring out a flask of alcohol and wash down 7 xanax with the contents of said flask till I pass out.
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