There are certain things a women has to learn to deal with as she gets older. Wrinkles, sagging, hormonal changes, gray hair, and a host of others. But perhaps the least fun of all is the rite of passage that occurs annually after you turn 40 - the dreaded mammogram. Let me just say that, other than the annual visit to the girl doctor, there are few things as awkward and uncomfortable as getting the upper half of your body smashed between a power press once a year.
So there I am at my appointment today. It's pretty nerve-wracking, and because I talk when I'm nervous, I tried to lighten the mood a bit by chatting with the technician.
Tracie: "The last time I had one of these, I remember thinking 'I hope the power doesn't go out.'"
Technician: "Actually, I did have that happen one time..."
Tracie: (Thinking - "Did not need to know that...")
Technician: "...but the machine has a release mechanism, and this hospital has generators now."
Tracie: (Quickly changing subjects) "So, how long have you been a screener?"
Technician: "Oh - 6 1/2 years."
Tracie: "That's a lot of boobs."
Technician: "Isn't that the truth. It's always pretty awkward telling people what I do for a living."
A few minutes later, my body red and my girls deflated, the screening was over and I was on my way. By then the technician was already on to the next pair. Life goes on and so does the power press.
And now, I have a whole year to look forward to repeating the experience all over again. This is one of the life experiences where I can most definitely wait until next year.
So there I am at my appointment today. It's pretty nerve-wracking, and because I talk when I'm nervous, I tried to lighten the mood a bit by chatting with the technician.
Tracie: "The last time I had one of these, I remember thinking 'I hope the power doesn't go out.'"
Technician: "Actually, I did have that happen one time..."
Tracie: (Thinking - "Did not need to know that...")
Technician: "...but the machine has a release mechanism, and this hospital has generators now."
Tracie: (Quickly changing subjects) "So, how long have you been a screener?"
Technician: "Oh - 6 1/2 years."
Tracie: "That's a lot of boobs."
Technician: "Isn't that the truth. It's always pretty awkward telling people what I do for a living."
A few minutes later, my body red and my girls deflated, the screening was over and I was on my way. By then the technician was already on to the next pair. Life goes on and so does the power press.
And now, I have a whole year to look forward to repeating the experience all over again. This is one of the life experiences where I can most definitely wait until next year.
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