So, to make a long story short, my MRI guided biopsy yesterday was awful, but it thankfully is behind me.
I was supposed to have a double biopsy guided by MRI, which the first one went fine, but the second one I ended up feeling a lot of even after they gave me numbing meds.
Needless to say, I proceeded to get nauseous because of the pain, and when I told them I was nauseous, they decided that I was close to passing out, so they made me sniff smelling salts.....I wasn't passing out, I was nauseous from pain....they stripped my warm blanket, put cold wet wash cloths on, and continued the procedure.  By the time they were finished and cleaning my wound, I felt like a human ice cube, was frozen to the bone and still in wet gowns.  Finally I was able to get dressed, and I didn't warm up until I got home and curled up in front of the fire.
I hope that I don't have to ever repeat that again!
So, for those of you that don't know, I was really anxious about this appointment, so my surgeon prescribed me ativan (apparently it makes you not really care about what is going on, and totally relieves the anxiety).  Well, I decided not to take it for several reasons, but the biggest one was just that I felt God was telling me I have not been letting Him take care of me through this whole mess.
So where was he?
I've decided the reason I didn't take the ativan was because if I had, I would have gotten off that MRI bed and knocked a couple of people out, so He must have been protecting them from my wrath caused by pain and nausea.  : )