BEFORE
Had a nice railfan ride from home to North Station (train) and Kenmore (light rail). All checked in, co-paid, wrist-banded, release signed, and ready to show them my clean undergarments.
Had a nice railfan ride from home to North Station (train) and Kenmore (light rail). All checked in, co-paid, wrist-banded, release signed, and ready to show them my clean undergarments.
DURING
The whole thing was less than an hour. I laid on my side like a seminude painters model, elevating and exposing my right posterior superior illiac crest veiled only in an area of thin flesh swabbed in iodine.
First came 3 numbing needles, then my tough bone bent the first biopsy needle (straight outta Superman). Oncologist had predicted that as a young* patient my bones were going to be tougher than the osteoporosis set she usually deals with.
The whole thing was less than an hour. I laid on my side like a seminude painters model, elevating and exposing my right posterior superior illiac crest veiled only in an area of thin flesh swabbed in iodine.
First came 3 numbing needles, then my tough bone bent the first biopsy needle (straight outta Superman). Oncologist had predicted that as a young* patient my bones were going to be tougher than the osteoporosis set she usually deals with.
But being generously numbed, I felt a only a "bone rubbing" feeling resolve into a "pointed pressure" feeling as a second needle found it's groove and reached its mark, and then a knuckle-crack kind of "spine just about to crack" pain as the marrow was sucked out. Shudder.
AFTER
AFTER
4x4" bandaid; don't shower/keep dry for 24hrs, and when the numbing wears off it will feel like an oncologist kicked me.
AFTER AFTER
Well, it feels more like an oncologist whacked me with a small pipe.
Which is basically what happened.
*If you want to feel young when you're over 50, hang out with oncologists
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