Surgical Biopsy

10:00 pm. The halls are quiet, lights are off in the patient bedrooms, and the nurses finally get a chance to catch their breaths.I am sitting in my room writing this blog with the lights turned off, television powered down, and the curtains opened wide, allowing me to see the beautiful horizon outside of my room. It would be perfect for the exception that there isn't a beautiful woman fanning me with giant palm leaves and feeding me grapes. Oh, and the fact that I have earned yet another scar to show my grandchildren someday. I had my final biopsy today around 2:00 p.m. When I think about surgery, the first thought that comes to mind is " I wonder what sedative they are going give me??" Sick, I know. Seeing the anesthesiologist push 2.5 mg of Versed, knowing that in a minute or two I will be placed into a nice deep sleep just comforts me. Anyways, so I have another scar located about one inch below and to the right of my first scar. The pain is slowly getting worse as the sedative wears off. I am having chest pain at the surgical site, however, the real pain shoots directly to my back, just below my right scapula. For all you medical geniuses, we call this "referred pain".... yay! 30 mg of Toradol and 6 mg of Morphine later, I have yet to feel the slightest bit of relief. I tried watching an old comedy but had to stop because the laughter only exacerbated pain. So, I started watching George Lopez.If anyone could try harder to not make me laugh, it would be him. God he sucks.Although, as embarrassing as this is to share with you wonderful people, I have to come clean... I watched Twilight today. I have been trying to find my testicles ever since.