Bibopsies and things
If you ever saw that movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," there is a lady in it that talks about having a bibopsy instead of a biopsy. Thus forever changing the word, at least in my lexicon. Last Tuesday I had a biopsy of some things in my pancreas. As of Friday the results weren't in. The procedure in and of itself was pretty good, as procedures go. Let's face it, any time anything involves an anesthesiologist, it is going to be pretty cool. This was no exception. I checked into Methodist Hospital of Sugar Land and in a few minutes was called in to register. They called my health insurance provider who told them that I was deductibled up and they would cover it all. I was taken back to a room and given a gown and was told that I could leave my socks on. Maybe it's being 50 but I love having my socks on.
I actually have a pair of sleeping socks which aren't to be confused with daytime socks.
I only wear one brand of socks. They are called Smartwool and they are most definitely the best socks. If you buy them at REI, you can expect to pay 15 bucks a pair. Occasionally you can find them on Ebay for 6 bucks a pair. But I digress.
The anesthesiologist came in and asked me a bunch of questions, then they started an IV. I used to have this marvelous vein on my right arm but it got blown out of there a few months back. Any blood that's taken now has to come out of the back of my hand.
When they wheeled me in for the procedure they put on a blood pressure cuff that immediately malfunctioned and wouldn't quit tightening. To the point where my fingers were bright red and swollen up. I would have mentioned it but they had this thing in my mouth that was supposed to keep me from biting the endoscopy camera. Well, it does a good job of keeping you from talking as well. So I raised my arm and I grunted until they came over and said, "dang, that's one swoled up hand. Lets get you a new cuff." Good idea. A few minutes after that they told me they were going to start the anesthetic. My first thought was, "ouch, that stuff is burning my hand and arm. Ouch, that hurts, HEY THAT ......" And before I could get to HURTS, well who knows what happened. It didn't hurt anymore. The next thing I remember is when a nurse told me I needed to pass some gas before I could go home. Between us, that has never been a big deal for me and it wasn't this time, either. I was even able to do a little tooting on command, which impressed me but not the nurse, who was from Bosnia. No joke, Bosnia. I guess if the bridge has been blown up while you were standing on it, a little farting on command isn't particularly impressive.
So I wait for the results. I take my shots. I take my pills. I sleep. It is who I am. It is my life.
Peace to all,
Dave
www.bpdfamily.com
I actually have a pair of sleeping socks which aren't to be confused with daytime socks.
I only wear one brand of socks. They are called Smartwool and they are most definitely the best socks. If you buy them at REI, you can expect to pay 15 bucks a pair. Occasionally you can find them on Ebay for 6 bucks a pair. But I digress.
The anesthesiologist came in and asked me a bunch of questions, then they started an IV. I used to have this marvelous vein on my right arm but it got blown out of there a few months back. Any blood that's taken now has to come out of the back of my hand.
When they wheeled me in for the procedure they put on a blood pressure cuff that immediately malfunctioned and wouldn't quit tightening. To the point where my fingers were bright red and swollen up. I would have mentioned it but they had this thing in my mouth that was supposed to keep me from biting the endoscopy camera. Well, it does a good job of keeping you from talking as well. So I raised my arm and I grunted until they came over and said, "dang, that's one swoled up hand. Lets get you a new cuff." Good idea. A few minutes after that they told me they were going to start the anesthetic. My first thought was, "ouch, that stuff is burning my hand and arm. Ouch, that hurts, HEY THAT ......" And before I could get to HURTS, well who knows what happened. It didn't hurt anymore. The next thing I remember is when a nurse told me I needed to pass some gas before I could go home. Between us, that has never been a big deal for me and it wasn't this time, either. I was even able to do a little tooting on command, which impressed me but not the nurse, who was from Bosnia. No joke, Bosnia. I guess if the bridge has been blown up while you were standing on it, a little farting on command isn't particularly impressive.
So I wait for the results. I take my shots. I take my pills. I sleep. It is who I am. It is my life.
Peace to all,
Dave
www.bpdfamily.com
Sorry to hear that the roller coaster ride continues. Keeping you in our prayers and hoping they figure this out so you can get away from the carnival and back to boring predictable days with no pain!!
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