Today was my scheduled mamogram. And I am happy to say I endured this procedure well and better than the previous one six months ago when I nearly fainted, — embarrassment — and had to be seated to continue the snapshots of ”the ladies”.
My first thoughts this morning weren’t exactly happy thoughts. My thoughts were nearer to those of avoidance & going back to bed, pulling the covers up over my head and stay put!
But, like the trooper I am, I kicked it into high gear, drove the dozen miles into Lubbock, parked the car and walked inside the Breast Imaging Center even if with each mile I was thinking “Right, last time, old girl you had a major issue with remaining on your feet; you’re really glutten for punishment aren’t you”
So, I’m a bit of a chicken. A real feather weight when it comes to being put into a vice-grip contraption.
Surprise. Texas is better at this ‘stuff’ than I thought. Not only was it around a 2 on the 1-10 —ouch–pain scale it was more like a plesant chat with the Mamo-Tech over a cup of tea (factor in modesty) at a topless bar. Even the gown was a spiffy three armhole swanky thing. I got a kick out of figuring out how to put it on. Reminded me of a straightjacket, not that I’ve ever actually see one up close.
If you’re considering putting off having the “Ladies” checked out please don’t, it isn’t as bad as it use to be. Honest.