Half clear?

Well, shockingly, I don't have diabetes. I pretty much figured I didn't, although you really never know. The sample taken from the area that was sliced is normal too. Apparently, it was done because my breast was super red underneath the area, indicative of inflammation and infection.

Today (day after) I'm quite sore, actually, which of course makes me nervous. I need to stop being nervous and start getting better! It happened last time as well - wouldn't you be in pain if your doctor was pushing and pulling on your boob? Didn't hurt at the time. I told him, "Um, it doesn't hurt, but it doesn't feel good to have you pressing down on my boob into my ribcage."

Maybe I'm the one who's crazy. I've since learned that I have a ridiculous tolerance for pain. I do not, however, have a mental tolerance for medical procedures. I freak out and get really anxious to the point sometimes of hyperventilation. But pain, I can take it. Like when I woke up from the general anesthesia, I of course felt the areas that had been sliced. It was painful, so they jacked me up in the IV with some painkiller and say, "You'll get the injection when you get back to your room."

I was a bit groggy, so it didn't register. It did when I got back to the room and saw the needle. I was like, "No thanks." They must have asked me 3 more times. I refused. Was I in pain? Yes. Could I take it? In my mind, there was no choice. I asked for oral pain relief, no can do. They told me it doesn't hurt, but no one was getting anywhere near my ass with a needle. I put off painkillers until about 48 hours after surgery when they finally gave me a tablet.

I said it once, I'll say it again. SEND THE GOOD VIBES THIS WAY.