Two hours into the ordeal oncologist sits down with me in the "poison dripping room". He tells me he's happy with my progress, but now he wants me to schedule an appointment with a phrenologist (kidney dude)!
Hit the rewind button back to a month ago! Same oncologist is very precautious and is heavy into blood test results. He was concerned that my PSA count was high and recommended I see my urologist (male plumbing dude). Urologist and his surgeon buddy is the same dude that removed my kidney ten years ago! I scheduled an appointment to see the urologist. Urologist is also concerned about the level of my PSA count and wants to perform a prostate biopsy the following week. The day before the procedure, I have to do the whole enema thing! Ugh!
I return to urologist the next day. Receptionist informs me that I need to take two shots in the rear end (ouch...two big ouches) and then wait in the waiting room for an hour. I mistakenly assume that these two shot were to numb my prostate for said biopsy. Wrong!
An hour passes and my name is called. Urologist enters the room 20 minutes later. Once again, I'm told to strip from the waist down, lay down on my left side, knees tucked into my chest as close as possible.
Urologist takes out a long (really long) needle. I ask what's that for?
Okay...so now on to the phrenologist!