I like to be prepared for things. Especially when it comes to medical procedures. And especially especially when those medical procedures involve getting a needle stuck in my neck.

A couple weeks ago when I saw Dr. R she recommended that I have a repeat biopsy on my thyroid nodule. The one that's so freaking gigantic. Although she said I'm not symptomatic and that I've likely had it for years, the American Thyroid Association (I think that's the one) recommends nodules over a certain size (which mine is) be biopsied until a diagnosis can be made. And since the last biopsy I had came back non-diagnostic (which means they didn't get enough cells in the biopsy to determine anything) she thought we should do another.

"How did you do with it last time?" she asked me.

"Eh, OK I guess, but I think now that I know what to expect I could do better," I said, not really knowing if that was true.

So it was scheduled for the afternoon of Friday, Sept. 4, which worked out really well since we get off at 2 p.m. on Fridays through September (I know! It is so awesome!!). I was prepared to have the biopsy and then go home and rest. OK, so I went fabric shopping about an hour after the last one, but my neck was super sore and it hurt to turn my head and I felt a little like I should be whispering. With that in mind, I felt a little OK when I had to reschedule for Monday afternoon at 2 p.m. I plan to go back to work considering how well I did last time, but I suspect Dr. R will be extra dilligent this time to make sure she gets enough of the good stuff for a diagnosis. So I'm not sure if I'll be more sore or not.

The thing that's bugging me tonight is that I sort of just remembered a few hours ago that I had rescheduled. I had that "Oh sh*t I have to actually do that tomorrow" feeling/realization. I'm a little nervous because it was incredibly uncomfortable. Perhaps I've been thinking about that subconsciously and is why I've been so cranky for the last few hours.