I went to see my doctor for my annual check up a couple of weeks ago and at the end he said; "It's time your you mammo, little missy!"
Gawd that is the *last* time I talk with my doctor about the latest policy information about mammograms!
Anyway, I got up at the crack of dawn today to go to the womens imaging center to put my chest into the grape press.
Actually the last one I had wasn't that bad at all. It was a baseline mammo and they just took a couple of shots. And since I have implants they used a more gentle machine, so I didn't think that much of it.
Ah, not this time. This time they wanted a much more detailed look at my breast tissue, not my saline bags. I guess they don't think saline bags can get cancer... So the radiologist took the first couple of shots like the first ones I remember.
Then she says; "Now we have to get some detailed shots of your breast tissue, not your implants." Oh dear.
She positions me in the machine and then grabs my breast and pulls it and presses it into the plate!!! Then the machine clamps down, and to make sure I don't go anywhere, cranks it down a couple of more times. Then she says; "Hold your breath, don't move."
Like I'm going anywhere! And I'm already holding my breath from the pressure.
Then she says she wants one of the side of the breast. And proceeds to do much the same thing with the anterior quarter of my, now pressed breast flesh.
Then the other side.
All in all it was about twenty minutes oftorture pictures. But it hardly felt like it was much more than a couple of hours, really!
The other piece of joy was after I was released from the clutches of the machine, I went to get dressed. I discovered that the adhesive they use to put on those cute little nipple markers is remarkably strong. I think everyone in the changing area heard me yelp.
I really, really enjoy being a woman and this is all part of this.
But, there is no real comparison between this and a prostate exam. Any guy that complains of having their doctor put his finger where the sun don't shine is going to get a really stern look from me!
My partner, Pat, got a real laugh out of my description of events. Since she's had these a lot more often than I have, she thinks I've got it easy. I'm glad I could bring a little sunshine into her life...
-Sandy(*ow*)
Gawd that is the *last* time I talk with my doctor about the latest policy information about mammograms!
Anyway, I got up at the crack of dawn today to go to the womens imaging center to put my chest into the grape press.
Actually the last one I had wasn't that bad at all. It was a baseline mammo and they just took a couple of shots. And since I have implants they used a more gentle machine, so I didn't think that much of it.
Ah, not this time. This time they wanted a much more detailed look at my breast tissue, not my saline bags. I guess they don't think saline bags can get cancer... So the radiologist took the first couple of shots like the first ones I remember.
Then she says; "Now we have to get some detailed shots of your breast tissue, not your implants." Oh dear.
She positions me in the machine and then grabs my breast and pulls it and presses it into the plate!!! Then the machine clamps down, and to make sure I don't go anywhere, cranks it down a couple of more times. Then she says; "Hold your breath, don't move."
Like I'm going anywhere! And I'm already holding my breath from the pressure.
Then she says she wants one of the side of the breast. And proceeds to do much the same thing with the anterior quarter of my, now pressed breast flesh.
Then the other side.
All in all it was about twenty minutes of
The other piece of joy was after I was released from the clutches of the machine, I went to get dressed. I discovered that the adhesive they use to put on those cute little nipple markers is remarkably strong. I think everyone in the changing area heard me yelp.
I really, really enjoy being a woman and this is all part of this.
But, there is no real comparison between this and a prostate exam. Any guy that complains of having their doctor put his finger where the sun don't shine is going to get a really stern look from me!
My partner, Pat, got a real laugh out of my description of events. Since she's had these a lot more often than I have, she thinks I've got it easy. I'm glad I could bring a little sunshine into her life...
-Sandy(*ow*)
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