Bear with me. It's worth it!

So Thursday morning I woke up at 6am and rushed to get ready. I hurried out the door at 6:40 and headed off to Abilene. I pulled up to the Hospital and went to the appropriate waiting room. I was suppose to be there at 8am and wasn’t able to be taken to my own personal suite until well after 9am. Normally my sweet and thoughtful husband would be by my side as my support and witness but unfortunately the combination of school-aged children and a weekend course of his own prohibited him from fulfilling his husbandly duties aside from a ten minute, heart felt, drop in on his way to school. So my good friend Shelley was more than willing to be my temporary companion. A nurse came in and poked and prodded around my left hand to get a needle into my particularly minute veins and failed. She then went for my right elbow pit which went much smoother but prevented me from moving my arm much. Shelley and I talked and talked until the nurse got the phone call saying the doctor was ready for me and then I was given some valium and some pain killer. I waited… Was it working? Maybe, maybe not… I hopped into a wheel chair and my valet took me through a maze of hallways to an ultrasound room. After waiting some more along with three other nurses and my companion, the doctor arrived and the fun began. The yellow soapy cleany stuff was smeared all over my neck and the needles were taken out of there packages. There were sterile things all over the place and it smelled like vinegar. “Here comes a poke.” Sure enough, my neck went numb quick enough but unfortunately I was still awake! Shelley remained by my side and watched what I would never be brave enough to watch. I prepared myself by closing my eyes as a scalpel moved toward me. Then came needles and pressure and more needles trying to get the best sample of tissue from the cyst on my thyroid. The doctor used an ultrasound machine to help guide his freakishly long needles past the liquid filled cavities of the cyst and into the really hard crap. Yah, that was painful…I was freakin’ out ‘cause he was totally going to puncture my esophagus! Meanwhile, Shelley is rather intrigued with the whole procedure which you might not have known had you seen her faint half way through! Good times! Once the doc finally had the best sample ever, the nurses bandaged me all up, making it nearly impossible to move my neck. Well, I’m trying not to make this heck-a-long but I’ve failed miserably… Anyway, I had to have a volunteer drive me home a freakin’ hour away ‘cause I wasn’t allowed to. Then I continued to care for my children and be the Superwoman I am!