My first Biopsy (and hopefully the last)

Ok, so here's a lil background to wats happened in the past couple of weeks since my last post: I flew down to Pune, my hometown, to get myself checked further and get more tests done. The sad part is that doctors in a very reputed hospital in Hyderabad, Apollo Hospital, were unable to diagnose the issue until the last moment. I even wonder why they asked me to get an x-ray done if they dint know how to read one, since that was the first and most obvious sign of the problem :(

Soon after reaching Pune I had a biopsy done which did not reveal wat the doctor wanted to know, reason being, it is very difficult to obtain the correct tissue using just a needle. I dont blame them.

The biopsy went off fine but after that I had a bit of running around to do in the hospital. I waited for the results of another x-ray during which something very scary and uncontrollable happened. While I sat there in the chair everything around me started to go black very slowly, I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead and my t-shirt was soaked, my feet went cold and before you know it I passed out. Now the strange thing is, during all this my mind was still very active and I knew that something was wrong. I could feel my brain telling me to wake up and take control of the situation but there was absolutely nothing I could do. Its a strange feeling where your mind is still so active but your body stops reacting to the brain.

My mom later told me that my eyeballs had rolled back and lips became pale yellow, which really freaked her out too. I was put into a stretcher and the docs said my blood pressure had dipped drastically low to 30/something which is extremely low but I regained consciousness soon.

I just lay there on the stretcher with a saline bag hung over my head and wires attached all over and before I knew it they were wheeling me out since there was another patient who came in with a gunshot wound. It doesn't look so bad when you see it in the movies but when you see it right in front of your eyes its...painful. He was groaning and his vest was soaked in blood. Well thats all that happened there that day. I went home to rest, praying that I never had to get another biopsy done ever. Its a painful experience to lie on the bed completely conscious while doctors poke a needle into your chest trying to fish for some tissue!