Here I go

I stand, on somewhat shaky legs, pick up my Kindle, and start toward the door the nurse is holding open (not the same nurse I impressed with my bladder emptying skills on my first visit). Lucia asks if I want her to come with me...HUH? First of all, Lucia is a wonderful person, but she can't watch blood being drawn without fainting; second, I don't think this is going to be pretty. Taking all that into consideration, I say, No," and enter the hallway where the nurse directs me into the procedure room.

"Take off your pants and underwear, you can leave your socks and shirt on ("thanks"), put this sheet on and sit on the table...when I come back, I'll tell you what's going to happen."

Pants & underwear off, sheet on, up on the table, waiting and pretending to read.

"OK," she says as she enters, "I'm going to flood the area with this anesthetic, there is no shot, then...(WAIT! There is no shot? My friend from Arizona said, "Take the shot.")...then the doctor will come in. You'll feel some pressure, then you'll feel a stick and hear a click. At this point it's a mind game; what you want to do is say to yourself, 'that's one, seven more to go,' and count down to get through it."

I ask, "Will I be able to read my Kindle during the procedure?" but what I am thinking is, "Holy crap! Mind game? Get through it? Mommy!" Then she floods the area and we both wait for the doctor to enter the room.