I was feeling like an over squeezed tube of toothpaste at one point. However, let us go back to the start.
I was seeing my endocrinologist and along with the sticker for being a good girl who didn’t cry (I wanted a blue one even those she said pink is for girls, but *I* wanted a blue one anyway).
Like I was saying. What was I talking about? Oh yes, I was at the drugstore.. no, that wasn’t it. I was talking to my doctor about mammograms and he thought it wasn’t time yet, maybe my second mammogram could wait another year or two. I was in favor of that.
Right, back to my endocrinologist, she said it was time now and she never did give me a sticker. It was all a trick!
The first time was pretty easy peezy. I didn’t have implants so it wasn’t terribly uncomfortable. With the implants they have to do more “manipulation” to get as much breast tissue in place as they can. This is not comfortable and you have to stay still while they do exposure.
So you are standing there and you boob feels like they are trying to unscrew it and this machine is making clicking and whirring sounds. Just because I know how the machine works didn’t make it any nicer to go through.
Then it was over and I got to look at the pictures with the tech. Cool pictures – no, nothing the least bit suspicious. My eyes still work. The implants apparently do a great job stopping x-rays, they show up as white spots.
I’m sure I’ll get a regular report from the radiologist as well. This time I’ll get to be a woman in the report too since the hospital doesn’t have Rachel down as a man. Male mammography, a new fad, or here to stay?
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