The girls meet a stranger..and don't even get a dinner!

Today, i took my "girls" for an outing. They went to have their pictures taken. Today i disrobed in front of a total stranger, and let her fondle the girls. (boy, we will see what kind of hits on the ol' google search meter that brings)

I was at the hospital at 8am, and was met by a lovely little grey haired volunteer, who told me where to put my stuff, and gave me a lovely pink gown to change into. This was this first of several grey haired ladies that i was going to meet this morning. It gave me a reminder that while grey looked lovely on them, it is about time for me to give my own greys a cover-up.

I changed into my little pink gown, and took a seat in the private waiting room. Where i sat with 7 other women. All grey..all older..MUCH older..who looked as me with a somewhat quizicle glances as i took my seat. I was by far, the youngest in the room, by probably 20 years or so. Apparently I had been booked in on seniors day. More than likely it was just the fact that i am now in "the club". The club of middle aged-ness when mammograms are the norm. Once a year over the age of 40. Welcome to the club. I expected some kind of secret ceremony...at least cake....but sadly there was none.

I had brought a book with me and settled in to read it as i waited. But i wasn't really concentrating on the book. I was busy listening to the sounds of the unit. The first thing that struck me was the lack of male-ness in the room. Soft hues of pink, airy colours and softness all around. I listened to the hum coming from the next room, and began to watch the clock.

All seven of the grey haired women were called in before me, one by one. As their names were called and they got up, they looked around the room and gave a little smile. Was it my imagination, or did their gaze linger a little too long at me?

Finally, it was my turn. The very nice technician, who could pass as a high school student was very efficent. She explained what she was going to do, and then told me to disrobe. I made a silly comment about my girls being camera shy, and she responded with a chuckle, and a smile.
She put me at ease, and set about taking her pictures.

For you men, you can skip the next part if you want.
For you women, who have had these done....OUCH!
I am not a small woman. My girls are above average in size, and do not fit properly on the ex-ray surface.
I cannot imagine a small breasted woman having a mammogram done. The manipulation that is involved was to say in a word...painful...at its best point, excruciating at its worst. Combined with the pain and lumps that brought me there in the first place...made it probably one of the worst experiences.

But.
It is done.
My girls have had their first pictures taken...the first of many that are scheduled for this month. Next up this month they  get friendly with an ultrasound tech.

Hope he/she at least buys me dinner first.

Comments

[Vince]

Have your Smart Man take you to dinner soon.

[Mary]

Doesn't sound like you had a fun day but good that you are taking care of your health. Do they really recommend this every year once you turn 40? I thought it was when you were 50....maybe I should talk to my doctor!

[Michelle K]

I hope their pictures come out stunning, and that your reasons for the photo session turn out to be nothing.

Also? Chocolate peanut butter. Talk to me!!