| Go ahead and laugh, it's good for you. Pt. 2 |
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So, I made it halfway through this mammo, I just have one more side to go. The side with my baseball. This should be a breeze, I know what to expect now. I can do this.
Who knew you could take so many pictures of the breast and have to be in different positions. She says only one more to go and then we would be done.
She comes back over and positions me the way she wants in her mammo machine and once again that plastic gizmo starts coming down. I know what to expect now and start to anticipate the build up of pressure.
WHAM!!! She lost control of the plastic gizmo and instead of a slow steady decent and increase of pressure I get the full force of the 100 pounds of pressure per square inch in one knee buckling, air sucking minding numbing free fall.
"Please just relax your shoulder now" she calmly says.
Relax? Relax?! Lady, the only reason I'm still on my feet right now is for the simple fact that your breast sucking mammo machine has a death grip on my poor unperky boobie and will not let go! And you want me to relax? Just take the blasted picture already!
Finally she comes back and releases me from the machine's death grip and I slowly back away. I realize at this point, that had my baseball actually been a fluid filled cyst, it would have exploded on impact with the plastic gizmo and probably have shot me across the room with the force of the blast.
She then says to sit outside and wait while she sends the images over to the radiologist. She will let me know if more pictures are needed? Lady, if you didn't get enough the first time, don't expect me to come back for more.
Thankfully they got all they want and now all I need to do is the ultrasound. That should be a piece of cake after this little exploit!
At least with the ultrasound you can lie down and get some really warm goop squirted on you. That wasn't bad at all after coming from the mammo machine.
I finally made it through and was able to put on my own clothes and get rid of the paper vest. I went home and figured I would have to wait until the next day before I heard anything about the results.
To my surprise my doctor called me around 5pm to let me know. She said the results were not good and that I now needed to go for an MRI and that she would have her nurse set that up for as soon as possible.
Well heck, a MRI should be a breeze compared to the boobie eating mammo machine.
Little did I know. :-D
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