So at 10:55 am New York time, I was in the office of my gynecologist, expecting to have an endometrial polyp biopsied. I figured I would then be scheduled for a procedure (in a hospital) during which the polyp would be removed, but no. In the course of the biopsy, the doctor managed to get the whole polyp. Yup, I “delivered” a polyp that was 7 cm in length & looked like a miniature sausage. I named it Pasquale D. Polyp, & I’m happy to report that Pasquale is no longer confined to my body but rather on his way to a medical lab for testing.
Meanwhile I, having no stitches or bandages, am going to eat something fried & smothered in cheese and then go to pub trivia tonight.