By the time this goes live, I’ll actually be in the middle of one of the worst procedures ever. I can handle MRI scans. I can handle hours of prodding, poking and being made to move about as if I were a sack of spuds.
But I don’t like needles. I don’t like needle EMGs. I don’t like biopsies.
At 10:45, I will be going in for a needle EMG. I’m, needless to say, not looking forward to it.
On Wednesday I have a muscle biopsy. Again, this is not reaching the top 10 in this years fun things to do.
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