Dr. Peck enters the room looking entirely too happy (of course, he's not going to have anyone violating his person) and cheerful. He asks me to lay on my side facing the wall (no witnesses?). I ask if I can continue to read my Kindle and he responds, "If you can, sure."
I feel the procedure begin...which should come as no surprise, it's hard to sneak up someone's rear end with what feels like a garden hose and not be noticed...and I steel myself for the anticipated pain.
There's the stick...and the click. Dr. Peck says, "It doesn't get any worse than that." WHAT? That wasn't nearly the back-bowing pain I expected. In fact, and this is true only in my case and cannot be generalized to anyone else, my first thought was, "I've had dental hygienists hurt me more cleaning my teeth!" It should be noted I have talked with others for whom it was a much different experience.
I actually did continue to read through the procedure and although a few of the cores were a bit more noticeable, overall it was not at all difficult.
"That's it," Dr. Peck said, "we'll clean you up a bit and you'll notice blood in your urine for the next four or five days and in your semen for two or three weeks, but that's normal. If either continues, give me a call." and he's gone.
I tell the nurse, "I think the anticipation is much worse than the experience." and she says she hears that a lot.
Editorial comment: If you are required to have a prostate biopsy, do not fear it.
Then she hands me a pad, shows me how to put it in my underwear, and leaves me to get dressed (I mean she leaves so I can get dressed, not her). Soon I'm walking down the hall to the checkout where I'm told the results should be known in seven to ten days. I make an appointment and I'm out the door where Lucia meets me.
On the ride home I notice I feel a bit odd...not bad, just odd...and I think about eating breakfast. Now the long wait begins.
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