I have to start out by expressing my sincere admiration to those who work in the medical field. I am a complete, total, and utter wimp when it comes to all things medical, especially anything that involves so much a drop of blood or any other body fluid. I am TERRIBLE at dealing with the most simple medical procedures…from getting my teeth cleaned to blood work, you can count on me to be a mess. Needless to say, yesterday morning, when I had to go get my nerve fiber punch biopsy done (to determine the extent of my autonomic sensory neuropathy, which the doc thinks is causing my POTS), I was an anxious, shaking, sweating disaster. And this is a simple little procedure! You get a little lidocaine shot in your lower leg and upper leg. They take this little instrument and take a tiny, 5mm sample of skin (5mm long and deep) from both areas. Then, for a few days afterward, you change the dressing on each area once per day, clean it off with peroxide, and then switch to bandaids for a while. No bid deal. Unless you’re me.
My husband, the wonderful man that he is, drove me to the appointment. I marched up to the desk, explained I was here for my appointment, and that I was an anxious mess. The receptionist was very nice, and said she’d make sure she told the PA (physician assistant who was doing the procedure) that I was nervous.
They took me in about five minutes later. I sat there, sweating and shaking. Often, I’ve been treated less-than-kindly by medical professionals. However, this woman was wonderful. She was so kind and comforting…she even brought in a water for me. Unfortunately, the lidocaine shots really hurt, but after that, I didn’t feel a thing. Well, I did feel a little bit of blood run down my leg, which made me feel woozy, but other than that, it wasn’t TOO traumatic. Thank goodness for my husband though, because I did NOT want to see the weird little chunks of skin missing, so he did my first dressing change. I did the second one, though! I was proud of myself.
In about a week, they’ll have the results back, and the following week, I have an appointment with the doctor to review the next steps. While I’m glad this part is over, I’m impressed with myself for NOT barfing, screaming, and passing out 
Way to go!
You conquered a major fear there. Congratulations. I have given myself so many allergy injections (as much as 12 in a single day), histamine shots to stop reactions, had PICC lines put in and gone through numerous IV’s. Certain thinks still make me queasy like seeing my granddaughter wiggle her loose tooth that is about to come out.
I give you SUCH credit! I am such a medical-procedure wimp!