On Monday, I went to the doctor's office to have a lump in my arm pit checked out. You know, the old snip and clip biopsy. I have been in a snit for quite some time about it. It is, of course, a valid concern.
So I go in there, and have the nurse holding my arm up, and the doctor numbs me, and the snip happens. And the doctor actually says "what the f***" right there in the office. And I start to freak and I start saying "what the f***" right along with him, because anything that makes a well educated and usually gentle man say that has got to be bad...
So he's saying this and that and cursing, and my arm is really hurting, and he has a nurse bring him some more tools, prongs and clips and stuff, and I can feel panic coming. There was a great deal of pain, and cutting, and snipping, and pulling, and the doctor pulls out this nasty looking chunk of something and plops it into the metal pan. And there is this "PLOINK" sort of sound. And I keep thinking WTF to my self over and over, wondering what the sort of cancer goes "PLOINK" when it gets snipped out.
Doctor carefully scrapes some meaty bits off and says WTF again, this time only a whole lot louder, loud enough that several nurses and a few doctors come in and see what's going on. And I am on the verge of freaking. I am so totally about to loose my mind.
The doctors and nurses are all standing around looking at it and talking quietly and one doctor grabs it in his hand and looks at it, goes over, grabs a bottle of some liquid, and washes it a bit.
He then plunked it down on a metal tray and says "Looks like a 44 slug."
All I can say is, it's awfully nice finally knowing where that damn thing went. That sumbitch never left an exit wound, and mysteriously vanished, oh, I would say, maybe 20 years ago. Reagan was in office when I got that. All those scans and xrays later, and they never did find the little bastard. Even nicer knowing that it's not cancer. I wonder where it was hiding?
What a relief!
So I go in there, and have the nurse holding my arm up, and the doctor numbs me, and the snip happens. And the doctor actually says "what the f***" right there in the office. And I start to freak and I start saying "what the f***" right along with him, because anything that makes a well educated and usually gentle man say that has got to be bad...
So he's saying this and that and cursing, and my arm is really hurting, and he has a nurse bring him some more tools, prongs and clips and stuff, and I can feel panic coming. There was a great deal of pain, and cutting, and snipping, and pulling, and the doctor pulls out this nasty looking chunk of something and plops it into the metal pan. And there is this "PLOINK" sort of sound. And I keep thinking WTF to my self over and over, wondering what the sort of cancer goes "PLOINK" when it gets snipped out.
Doctor carefully scrapes some meaty bits off and says WTF again, this time only a whole lot louder, loud enough that several nurses and a few doctors come in and see what's going on. And I am on the verge of freaking. I am so totally about to loose my mind.
The doctors and nurses are all standing around looking at it and talking quietly and one doctor grabs it in his hand and looks at it, goes over, grabs a bottle of some liquid, and washes it a bit.
He then plunked it down on a metal tray and says "Looks like a 44 slug."
All I can say is, it's awfully nice finally knowing where that damn thing went. That sumbitch never left an exit wound, and mysteriously vanished, oh, I would say, maybe 20 years ago. Reagan was in office when I got that. All those scans and xrays later, and they never did find the little bastard. Even nicer knowing that it's not cancer. I wonder where it was hiding?
What a relief!
![[Image: vipersig.jpg]](http://www.danasoft.com/vipersig.jpg)
