So you don’t think that F&G has turned into a medical journal, here’s a question:
Do you think people who park in hospital parking decks totally lose their minds? What is so hard to understand about two-way traffic? Wide turns and driving on the left side aren’t things you get to do, I don’t care if you have just been to the hospital/doctor’s office/whatever.
The biopsy went OK today although I’m sore, there’s swelling and bruising and I’m worn out. I guess when the body experiences any sort of trauma, or at least my body, the tiredness thing happens. If I didn’t know better the needle was inserted 1,452 times. If you’ve never had a needle biopsy of your thyroid, the needle goes in and then they move in and out of the site several times without extracting the needle. How does it feel? It’s bothersome, uncomfortable and it feels like there’s a metal rod in your neck–which is exactly what is in there. And, as thin as needles are, it doesn’t feel very thin after the second or third insert.
With an ultrasound guided biopsy the pathologist is right there and she indicated that she needed a new set of samples after the first group was collected. By this time the little nodule was hemorrhaging and making it difficult for the radiologist and techs to locate it. If you’d been pierced don’t you think you’d run and hide too? After much discussion and rolling around of the ultrasound transducer, they found the nodule again and pierced it directly. In all fairness, the nodule is small and I have serious scar tissue in there.
The pathologist said she had plenty of samples to look at but she didn’t see any thyroid tissue on first glance so they now are guessing that it is a glob of fat. Why it’s there is anyone’s guess. I should know definitively what the mass is and if I need another biopsy or ultrasound in the coming week. I’m sure this isn’t the end of this little story. Nothing is easy with this thyroid.
The good news of the day is that Once Upon a Vine, the Northside location, is selling Strongbow cider again. This is what was on the kitchen table when I got home today:
If you are in the Richmond area, go buy a six-pack and support the effort.
I don’t know…we got disoriented in a college campus parking deck yesterday, and received a $75 parking ticket for the pleasure.
I hope I never need a biopsy. Your words are descriptive enough to make me sure of that. I hope you don’t have to go through that again as soon as next week.
Did Mr. Goat surprise you with that stash on the table so you’d get home and forget your troubles?