As a result of the comments I was hearing about the biopsy, I let my mind travel forward in time to the experience...and I didn't like what I was seeing (and feeling).
Knowing Lucia was in the waiting room during my procedure, along with a collection of other patients, I didn't want her to hear me making "ouchy" noises (or whimpering, or any of that stuff). So I practiced!
True story; I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and practiced stifling sounds of pain. I sought the best combination of facial grimaces and guttural vocalizations that expressed pain without volume. Soon I became proficient in an art I had not previously known existed...in fact, I may have invented the genre.
I'm not proud of this...but it's true and if anyone reading this is facing their first biopsy, stay tuned...if you've had a biopsy and want to share your experience, feel free to chime in at any time. As I said, we need to talk about this stuff.
Next up...the biopsy.
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