Well, the silly bone marrow do-dah went better than I expected. I made the staff laugh. This is a good thing. (I think.....)
"It's probably a good thing you're not giving me Demerol. I'd be singing."
"That's OK, you sing if you want to."
And yes, I sang. Of course.
A lot of pressure. It's not something I'd want to do again but it wasn't too terribly bad. Now that the lidocaine has worn off, it hurts. I did get to see the little piece of bone they took out. Nurse Nancy was pleased they got such a good sample. (Groovy....)
The best part was afterwards at my friends' Al and Terry's house where I had homemade omelettes. When I went to the ladies' room, my dressing came off (which was to be expected). With my drawers down in back, I waddled into their kitchen and said, "Which one of your guys can put a band-aid on my arse." There was a pregnant pause and Al went to fetch a band aid.
His retort was, "It's been a loooooong time since I've seen a woman's arse." LOL!