Yesterday was mammogram day 😦
So not only did a total stranger get to handle my breasts, they got to put them
in a press. :((
And press hard :O
It hurt much more than last time. Last time I thought it was a walk in the park. But this time my poor old leftie is full of cysts, hence the need for a mammogram, so it really hurt. There has been a suggestion made that I get the cysts drained but that doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun. Especially when they usually just grow back anyway.
And I know the people working there are probably just trying to put you at ease by making small talk, but I'd rather not thanks. Nothing is going to make this ok.
Things like – So what are you doing for the rest of the day?
oh gee I don't know, maybe go home and get into bed with an ice pack.
Then I went off for an ultrasound as well. So another stranger got to handle the girls.
At least they were both women. I've got nothing against men mind you. I know they're totally professional. But there just comes a point in life, after having had a few kids, a few mammograms, too many pap smears, an internal ultrasound, and a couple of curettes, that it just seems like about a hundred men have been poking about your private parts. And I don't even remember their names.
So thats done now for 18 months. Because my mother had breast cancer she told me I should have a mam every 18 months. Are you reading this sister?
But today is a new day with new body worries.
My hairdresser is due any minute and I'm still unsure.
To fringe or not to fringe? That is the question