Biopsy this morning. I was hoping that someone could be with me before and after, but it didn't quite happen. It wasn't any big deal anyway, I'm just not used to waking up by myself. I did see a friend who visited from within the hospital, it was nice of her to drop by. (Thanks Nancy!)
It brightened my day to see the boys. So sweet to see his smiling face. Poor guy in this tiny cramped room with nothing to do!
Baba brought NJ to the cafeteria to have him sit and do his homework. Also so they could eat dinner.
My day wasn't the best, I was feeling worse and pretty terrible. After the boys left I had a panic attack. I didn't know what was happening, the nurse told me that I was. Scary. I got a visit from four friends at night. They got there at the tail end to calm me down, talk to me, make me laugh, and pray for me. (Thank you Marnie, Jason, Susan, Helen!) I also had to call Baba to cry. I was going crazy in that small, stuffy, enclosed room. I think my nurses felt sorry for me or just thought I was nuts and somehow got me a bed upstairs in a room on the top floor. Not my usual part of the floor, but at least it's a room that I'm used to, more spacious, comfortable, and more attentive staff.
It usually takes so long for anything to happen, to wait for a room, wait to be moved... But I was up there in no time. It couldn't be any sooner. I felt like I could breathe and sleep. Except that I couldn't sleep.
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