Where's my balloon? Where's my party?
I had my first mammogram today. Yes, I should have done it four years ago. Yes, my doctor chastises me every time I see her for not going before now. I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but I wasn't absolutely dreading it either. I was pretty sure the worst of the horror stories were exaggerations, so it was just a matter of scheduling the appointment. Perhaps best of all, my doctor isn't going to yell at me anymore (I'm a leetle bit a-scared of her).
The procedure was completely painless. There was a small amount of what I can't even call discomfort; it was more like awkwardness, mostly from trying to stand still. I've worn bras that were more painful than that whole thing.
Also, it really seemed like the tech should have bought me dinner after all that fondling. But no, she was just off on her merry way, to her next patient. Hmph. Anyway, I'm glad to have that first mammogram over, and now I know not to dread all the future ones. I still think I deserve a party though.
