Today I ran up to the Breast Imaging place right here in Dickinson and… imaged my breasts. Those machines were “invented” by a man.
I rode up there with Lisa and her grandmother, Mimi. Mimi and I had appointments as Lisa already had her boobs squished a month or so ago. I tried to get her to do it again with us, saying things like, “Come on! All the cool kids are doing it! It’ll be fun!”
She thought not. And I got a fresh reminder of why shortly thereafter.
You know it’s really not the squished boob that was so bad, (speaking for myself here), it didn’t bother me too much. It’s that the machine is so uncomfortable everywhere else. Digging into my ribs and shoulder and arm like that. Is it really necessary? I was thinking, as I held my breath for the nice little lady to click the damn film already, that if they just put some padding on the edges and corners of the deal and moved the stupid plastic shield that my face was pressed up against to a remote corner of the earth… well, I might find my way back there before another three years have lapsed as they did this time.
I know! I know! That’s no excuse, it’s true! There really isn’t any excuse and I was happy that my girls looked good on film. I’ll get the official results in 7 to 10 days.
And it’s over with for another year!
John is off today but he had to run up to the store for a bit to take care of the possible firing of one of the slackers up there. The caregiver provider person is coming at 3:00 today instead of the usual 11:00 AM, so that worked out well. When he gets back, my honey and I are going out to eat! Woo-Hoo!
There is also a bizarre laundry list of things to do:
The ever-present grocery store run
Dash over to the barn to pay our LAST month’s rent on the paddock that we rent for the horses that are being sold. Woo-Hoo! (Yes, again.)
Vet’s office to leave flier for somebody to buy that colt.
Sherwin Williams store here in town to pick up the winner can of paint that I decided on for the front door.
It hasn’t rained in for freakin ever and was the perfect weather for painting something outside. It started raining today and is unbelievably humid, now. Of course. I know I should use oil base paint and primer because it’s on my front door, yet, I HATE, let me say it again, HATE painting with that shit. It’s not the paint that’s so bad as the clean up. The door gets no direct sunlight or weather on it.
Yes. I will be doing it latex style.
Well, gang, that’s the update from chez Lopez.
Comment by Kathy on December 9, 2008 at 4:35 pm
I’m glad I don’t have to have mamograms yet. I have DD boobage and, yea, ow.
But I don’t think it’s as uncomfortable as having a cervical biopsy – cause, OW!
good luck on your results! 🙂
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Comment by Ree on December 9, 2008 at 6:37 pm
Get that door painted already! geez. 😉
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Comment by Serendipitous Girl on December 9, 2008 at 8:28 pm
I’m assuming by “winner” you mean RED PAINT. Gah! Show us some photos!
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Comment by Marylin on December 10, 2008 at 5:33 am
I am so not looking forward to the day I have to have a mammogram… I’m hoping that it’s far enough in the distance that maybe something better will have been invented in that time. When I say better, I mean designed by a woman… 😉
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Comment by witchypoo on December 10, 2008 at 6:32 am
My last mammogram hurt like hell. I was hoping the cysts would just pop already under compression, but noooo…..
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Comment by cool breeze on December 10, 2008 at 8:39 am
Thanks for writing something in addition to the boob squishing. I didn’ t want to comment on that.
Painting … despise it.
Comment by Madame Queen on December 10, 2008 at 8:59 am
And why are those mammogram machines so COLD?!?
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Comment by Anglophile Football Fanatic on December 10, 2008 at 12:22 pm
I haven’t yet had the pleasure. And, I’m not sure I am ready for such “FUN!”
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Comment by Frita on December 10, 2008 at 7:03 pm
I’m feeling your pain… me and the girls have an appt next week. I completely agree!! The squishing part is necessary…I get that. Why or why can’t they do something about the rest of it or make the machine turn in a more convenient way? Why do I have to hold myself in an awkward position on top of having my breast flattened like a pancake at the same time?
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Comment by Predo on December 10, 2008 at 8:34 pm
So I laughed sympathetically about the boob squishing until I read the “latex style”” and thought about the prostate exam!
I AM SOOOOOOO SORRY YOU HAD TO GET YOUR BOOBS SMUSHED, AND EVEN MORE SORRY I HAVE TO GET MY PROSTATE CHECKED!!!!! I mean jeeeze, they can make sculptures the size of a pin head but they still have to squish boobs and cram their entire arm up my backside to check a prostate! Who is kidding!
Ouch! I would rather paint!
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Comment by big hair envy on December 11, 2008 at 4:39 pm
I’m with MQ up there….those boob squishers are COLD!
Hope you enjoyed your date with the hubby:)
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Comment by Roger on December 18, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Add to my list of reasons why I am glad to not be a woman. 🙂
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