I went today to have the bone marrow biopsy they couldn't do in the office. I hate Northside Hospital. The parking sucks; it takes 40 minutes to check in; and they do everything on paper, including copying every damn form on a printer/copier from the '90s. One of their two CT machines went down, so they started an hour late. The controls stopped working, so I had to get up from the machine while they 1) slammed the sliding bed into place several times and 2) turned it off and turned it back on. In the meantime, my neighbor who drove me has no idea why it's taking so long. The anesthesia saved me from witnessing any further incompetence, and AFAIK, the actual biopsy part went swimmingly.

My neighbor tells me that there were several people in the *waiting room* drinking horrible stuff for their scans, including ones who were also clutching bags to throw up in.

We hatesss them.

As if the disease wasn't bad enough, they make it so you might as well put Patient down as your occupation on your tax forms. The indignity of the treatments makes things that much harder.

After all that, Ginger, I hope the results are good. Or at least useful.

Ginger, I'm sorry the biopsy was such a major difficulty. I hope you're feeling okay today.

Thanks. The aftereffects were much less painful than the hour of trying to push a needle into my hip. I'm supposed to get the results in a week or so.

Good thoughts headed your way, Ginger.

The aftereffects were much less painful than the hour of trying to push a needle into my hip.

Sorry that you've been subjected to such a very low bar. Fingers crossed for positive results. {{{Ginger}}}

(((Ginger))) Best thoughts, always.

Good thoughts headed to you Ginger.

Ginger, insent.