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