that’s what the monster machine was called when I went in today for my first mammogram. I don’t know if the makers thought they were being funny, but I did get a chuckle or three out of it.
at least until the technician was gone WAY too long with my Xrays.
she returns; tells me that the radiologist is concerned about my right breast and we need more shots.
“Wait here until we can get you into ultrasound.”
increased pulse rate.
warm gel; squishy pictures on the screen.
“Oh, that’s okay. It’s just a few small cysts. See you next year.”
sitting here with some Baileys (against the Wookie’s wishes since he’s deathly allergic, but I NEEDED it) and after scarfing half a good pizza pie I’m beginning to feel better.
but still almost weepy.