I shall try my best to type this. Somehow managed to wrench my back and the pain earlier was excruciating. And, before you ask, I didn't actually use a wrench or any other type of tool.
Valentine's Day, Thursday, February 14 and the third straight day of my hospital tests. Tuesday, February 12, MRI scan. Wednesday, February 13, ultrasound. I knew this would be the most memorable Valentine's Day of my life.
My appointment was scheduled for 4:00 P.M. The consultant being aware that I was early, brought me through before my scheduled appointment time. Not only did she tell me what the procedure would entail, she thanked me for my input in regards to the vagueness of an appointment letter I'd received. "Oh, did you read my blog post about it?", I asked. She said she had and that they had a meeting about the way my appointment was phrased and have rectified the clarity of the appointment letters. I have the proof of this with the very detailed and clear appointment letters I have received since. I was very proud of that and also showed that blogs can bring awareness. Well done to the NHS for taking such swift action.
Valentine's Day, a snippet, or a 'snip it' of my life. Oh yes, this was prostate biopsy day for me. I was taken to a waiting area where I got to sit in a really comfy chair. A nurse came and took my blood pressure. A few minutes later, a very polite gentleman who was going to check me out, directed me into the biopsy room. I sat on a chair by his desk and he gave me a thorough explanation of the rest of the procedure. With him, were two male assistants who put me at ease and we exchanged pleasantries. Well, when you're lying on your side, are anticipating a probe up your butt, a distraction is most welcome. "Any hobbies?" The chap doing the biopsy asked of me. "I attempt to do a bit of blogging.", was my response. "Don't really know what to make of blogging.", he said. My reply as I tried to breathe gently was, "I sort of consider it an email to the world."
I was informed that when he got to the bottom of things, they would be taking 12 samples of my prostate, I said I thought that was a bit "greedy."
A few minutes later and the end was in sight. A few minutes later and after some initial discomfort, the biopsy was over. I was taken back to the comfy chair and one of the assistants asked me if I would like a cup of tea or coffee. I declined and about 30 minutes later he asked me if I felt like I was okay to go home. Feeling quite okay, I was directed back to the entrance of the clinic. At this point, the nurse with the strong Northern Irish accent who had been mentioned in the posting that lady consultant had read by me, where I joked about her referring to me as "Mr. Perrick", noticed me. "Hello Mr. Pennick.", said the nurse with the strong Northern Irish accent. I replied, "Happy Valentine's Day to you!" "And you, Mr. Pennick.", was her reply. Oops, paranoia now kicking in, I start to wonder if she read that posting. If she did and she, per chance, reads this, "I was only kidding!"
Forget about chocolates and flowers on Valentine's Day. Can't think of anything more enjoyable on Valentine's Day than the experience of having a tube with some kind of snippy thing that sounded very much like a stapler shoved up my butt. Yep, much more fun than having chocolates and flowers shoved up my butt!
I'm rushing this posting for two reasons. First, the painkillers working on the wrench in my back are losing their effect. Second, I'm trying to get this published on February 21 and I started this posting an hour ago. So, all the typos will be corrected at a later time.
And today, February 21, the joy of six. What a posting to write on the sixth anniversary of my blog. And speaking of prostate biopsy, this post has reached the bottom. The end.....