Here are some words that I don't think the doctor should say to me, just nonchalantly.
Biopsy and Surgery.
Yeah... Don't just sneak those in on me, when I am not looking. And certainly don't add the word "Friday" in, just for fun. Particularly in this context:" Yeah, I think we'll just see if we can squeeze the muscle biopsy in on Friday, if the surgeon can fit you in."
So, instead of the muscle zapping test that I thought I was going in for this week? (and really didn't want, but was at least semi-prepared for...)
A nice muscle biopsy.
Because the tremors (that I didn't. even. know. I. had.) are noticeably worse.
(Seriously, don't your muscles twitch when someone is holding your feet and telling you to pull your toes up towards you? I never really noticed it before, but it didn't seem odd till they told me it wasn't supposed to happen.) And the docs think it might help them to see a piece of my muscle up close.
I bet it's really pretty. But I think it's probably pretty happy where it is.
To be honest, this is not supposed to be the biggest deal. Probably won't need anything more than a local (I'll find out tomorrow), and they'll take about an inch or two square out. It should heal fine & quickly, a few days of pain, and that should be that. Except... the last time I had surgery it screwed me over big time, for a long time. (But that was a pretty major surgery and this is a pretty minor one, so I'm trying not to freak out.)
But really? I'd rather not.