It's just a little biopsy - no biggie

So yesterday Gregg and I drove to Emory for my simple ultrasound guided core biopsy.  I have had these done before and they don't hurt.  You are a little sore but thats it.  I got car sick on the way down and I think this just set the mood for the rest of my day.  We got to Emory and I check in - put on my nice, warm, plush robe that is supposed to make you feel like you are at the spa.  UM NOT.  Last spa I went to didn't include needles in my tatas.  I wait for awhile to find out that the radiologist and tech are unsure what they should biopsy because its "complicated." I go through additional ultrasound pics and they make their decision.  I then go to another room to wait at which time my nausea and sweating kicks in.  A mammogram tech brings me wet, cold cloths to see if it will reside and it does.  I then lay down and prepare for the simple biopsy which is painless oh but wait for it....what decides to come back - oh yes the nausea and sweating.  Why can't you just leave me alone?  The radiologist asked me if I wanted to stop and of course I said no - I came this far, let's do this and be done.  We finish and they now decide I need 2 mammogram pictures to make sure the clip they put in is in the right place.  So, on we walk down to the mammogram room.  Fortunately, it was the same tech who helped me earlier.  I walk in and set my things down.  I start to sweat and feel very nauseaous again.  I tell the tech and she wants me to sit down but instead, I want to move forward so I can be done and get back to Gregg, my safe zone.  Next thing I know, my feet are up in the air, the nurse was saying my BP was 80/40 and I felt awful.  I could barely see anything - I kept asking for Gregg and my doctor.  They brought me Gregg, or who they thought was Gregg.  I was exposed completely and there was a man in his 70s saying this is not my wife!  (I gave him a show thats for sure.  Maybe I'll get a thank you card for a good time.)  Needless to say, they retrieved the right husband, made contact with my Doctor, and got me back to normal.  I can tell you, never expected any of this to happen on a simple biopsy trip to Emory.  I was told I needed to rest today and increase my fluids so that is how I am spending my day today.  I look forward to getting some sort of normalcy back into my life with family and work, but for now, its giving 70 year old men peepshows of freshly biopsied breasts.  Love to all of you!