Got my biopsy done today. And it was every bit as terrible as I imagined it to be. Well. The actual procedure was only a few minutes and not TOO bad, but I've been suffering ever since. It's been 8 hours. So they took me back, laid me down on a hospital bed, two ultrasound technicians were there, a pathologist, and a doc. He sterilized my neck, warned me not to swallow, and he numbed me with a shot. Which was pretty painful. Then he went in a with a needle, and dug around in the isthmus, which is what they call the bridge between both sides of the thyroid. In may case it was right in between my two collarbones. So he dug around, pulled the needle in and out about ten times, I felt ALL of it, and he pulled it out, asking if that hurt. Yeah. A little. I noticed the bump about a week ago and any time I poked it it was really sensitive, and guess what: That's where they needed the cells. He gave me another numbing shot, one deeper than before, and went in again. Dug in the needle, pulled it in and out ten times, and pulled it out. Then he did it again. And the whole time my shoulders were propped up by a pillow and my head was hanging down so that my neck was completely bent back. Then I had to wait to make sure they had all the specimens in order to make a diagnosis or they would have to go in again. They did, so I was good to go. They stuck a little band-aid on there and said it just looked like a little mosquito bite with multiple puncture holes. She said it'll feel like I have a sore throat. Um . . . I wish. It literally feels like someone dug a needle into my throat 30+ times and it hurts like a motherfucker. I can't swallow, I can't straighten my neck. I can't sniff. I definitely can't yawn or sneeze, I learned that the hard way. And he said that it'll feel like your arm does after a shot. Which I'm really hoping not because when I got the flu shot in October I was in pain for three days.
Long story short, I am in more pain. Which is just wonderful, because it's not like I haven't gotten my fill since July. And because my little nodule and throat was attacked, it's inflamed and swollen. On top of already being swollen. On top of already not being able to breathe.
I guess I'll have the results Monday. And we'll know whether or not it's cancerous. If not, they don't do anything. And I just have this nodule I have to babysit for the rest of my life. If it is, they take it out. And I apparently have cancer. I don't THINK I want cancer, but I don't really want a nodule there at all either. Fuck me. When did life get so hard?