I met with the breast surgeon yesterday to talk about the biopsy he’s going to perform on my right breast, and to give him a chance to feel me up. I walked out of the meeting feeling a lot better. He seems normal and competent, so I guess that’s a good thing. When we were done, he gave me the business card for his “scheduling lady.” The card was wierdly blank, and the number on it was a cell number, and I was warned she never actually answers the phone, she only calls back. She did in fact call me back about 18 hours after I left her a message, but with only one available time for the biopsy. When I asked for a different one, she said she’d need to call back. That was 3 hours ago. It all feels very mysterious and annoying. 24 hours after the meet/greet, I’m still trying to get the biopsy scheduled.
I also was given a brochure about breast biopsies. It doesn’t provide especially useful information, and instead of an actual photo of someone getting a biopsy, there’s a really irritating drawing:
She looks so peaceful and content, lying facedown on a hard plastic surface in an ugly hospital robe, with her boob hanging through a hole, while the doctor cheerfully prepares to immobilize and squash that boob to one-tenth it’s natural thickness, stick a pencil-thick metal tube into it, and nip out a sweet little piece of possibly-cancerous flesh. Does that feel gooood, hon? The patient gazes into the pretend camera, oozing feelings of pleasant relaxation. Aaaah. Enjoy your breast biopsy, nice lady.
She has obviously been given some good drugs(the patient, but the physician looks a little questionable!).
I’m wondering if perhaps you felt better after your dr. appt because you got felt up? A little action never hurts, right?