So... we got off to Lubbock on schedule and arrived at the urologist's office an hour and a half before the appointed time, which is our habit. To wit: if you're early, you're on time; if you're on time, you're late; if you're late, you're F*CKED. That's an ol' Air Force... and prolly all the other services, too... axiom that's served me well throughout life. I was fortunate in that the Good Doctor saw me much earlier than my scheduled appointment and we were done and back on the road to P-Ville before our scheduled appointment time. We were happy about that, but not so pleased with the visit.
Long story short: the urologist and his tech took more blood for to run another PSA test. If the results come back the same as last time we have to undergo this great good time. From The Wiki:
The procedure may be performed transrectally, through the urethra or through the perineum. The most common procedure is transrectal, and may be done with tactile finger guidance, or, more commonly and precisely, with ultrasound guidance.Aiiieee... "considerable discomfort?" There's this, from that third footnote, above:
About a dozen samples are taken from the prostate gland through a thin needle - about six from each side. If the procedure is performed transrectally, antibiotics are prescribed to prevent infection. An enema may also be prescribed for the morning of the procedure. In both the transrectal and the transperineal procedure, the doctor inserts an ultrasound probe into the rectum to help guide the biopsy needles. A local anesthetic is then administered into the tissue around the prostate, similar to the local anesthetic administered for a dental procedure. A spring-loaded prostate tissue collection needle is then inserted into the prostate, through the rectum (or more rarely through the perineum), about a dozen times. It makes a clicking sound, and there may be considerable discomfort.
“OK, Mr. Stuckey,” he says, “you’re going to feel another little pinch.” Doubting that I can tense any more, I manage to. “Schtick!” The spring-loaded needle makes an odd little clicking sound. Oh. My. God. I am being sodomized with a knitting needle. Eleven more times? Hah! I manage to avoid screaming, probably only because I am busy trying to find the words to tell the doctor and nurse that I obviously can’t handle the rest of the procedure without large doses of morphine and Valium.OMG, to the tenth power. What HAVE we gotten our self into? I think Happy Hour might be SLIGHTLY longer than usual today.
There's that and then there's this: EIP has a very high probability of becoming sumthin' of a major downer; all we can do right now is wait and hope. And drink.