Today I was absolutely crushed. I knew it was coming. I had a case of the nerves all day which caused me to engage in some emotional eating. Then finally at 4:40pm, I bravely faced the thing I had been nervously dreading for quite some time. I stepped forward, half exposed myself, and she crushed me...well, she crushed my boobies, that is.
Mammogram talk is common among women - I learned this from listening in on many of my mom's conversations with her friends and with people she'd stand in line next to at the bank. Because of the things I've heard over the years, I actually contemplated slamming my boobies in the car door for the ride over to the hospital just to loosen them up and prepare them a bit. Man am I ever glad I didn't do that. After the pain I had prepared myself to endure today, the actual experience was a walk in the park. A walk in the park, I tell ya.
It wasn't the worst park I've ever been to, but regardless, I think I'll go ahead and wait another year to walk through that park again.
4 comments:
I'm behind on checking up on blogs so instead of commenting on all of your lately posts I'll just say this:
Sorry for the boobie squishy.
Half-camping is a rocking idea!
Hiedi Heidenreich! Wow that is an awesome name!
Giving yourself a half marathon for your birthday? Couldn't you have thought of something nice?
And Happy Belated Birthday.
Just kidding on the running thing. Way to go!
THat's hilarious! I totally was NOT expecting crushed to mean mammogram. I was gearing myself up for some emotional post! I love it....I'm so glad you got checked!
I don't know whether to dread them with fear of pain or figure they can't be that bad since, well, I'm with Becky. My girls are As, so there isn't much to squish. So, would that hurt more or less? I don't know.
I try to look at the bright side that a woman friend in her 60s told me--she said to be glad I'm small because they won't sag when I'm old.
If that's not glass-half-full thinking, I don't know what is.
Why didn't you include a picture?
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