Friday, November 14, 2008

Mammeries Are Made Of This....

One of the more wonderful things (not) about being a female person of the human race is the mammogram. I'm not as vigilant about getting my mams slammed as I should be because it just flat is painful. I know it had to be a man that had it in for women that designed this machine of pain and wonder. Pain for the obvious reason and wonder because of it's ability to spot possible breast cancer. I know that it has saved many, many women, but it still hurts...

I mean, you're talking about someone who was sooooo flat-chested when I was younger that my Bro gave me, for Christmas, a t-shirt with fried eggs silk-screened on it. And that was only because he couldn't find t-shirt with mosquito bites on it. I was so flat-chested that my little momma, who rarely teased about anything that might hurt someone's feelings, said she was going to take me and get "FRONT" tattooed on my chest so if I was ever in an accident the E.R. folks would know which side was up. Mom loved Andy Griffith and had heard his motorcycle wreck (and at that time I rode one) routine, so I'm sure that's where she got that idea.

As I've gotten older and everything is settling and a few more pounds were put on I can actually buy a bra that mostly fits... in the smaller sizes, but it is dang hard to get used to wearing one after sixty years of tank tops under your t-shirts. Anyway, my doctor insisted, so I went in day before yesterday.

You know the drill. They take you in and tell you to change into this little cape like drape and to join them in their torture chamber. They have you step up against the bottom shelf, then they grab whatever there is to grab and pull (pull in my case 'cause there isn't enough to push around) until they get it like they want it and then they step on that foot feed for the top to come and smash down on my poor little booblet.

About the time, and I never have figured out quite how the tech's senses it, you think you are going to (a). scream; (b). faint; or (c) punch them out, they take their foot off the pedal and it stops. Now you are pinned in by your flattened part and any movement on my part will cause more pain.

. They have stepped out of reach and you can't smack 'em. The tech steps behind their protective barrier and snaps a picture of your poor slammed gland. Then they come out, release you and do it all over again with the other booblet that has, in the meantime, taken a clue from the first one and tried to crawl back into my rib cage and hide, alas, to no avail.

So we get the horizontal shots taken and then we get to the obliques that pretty much feel like they are leaving your little munchkins looking like this: \ \ . The tech got the left one in all cattie-wompus, slams it and takes the photo. Now I'm yakking with her all along and she is staying behind her barrier and looking at her computer with a puzzled look on her face, poking on different keys and says... something is wrong.... with my computer.

Whew, I hate long pauses in a situation like that. She gets on the phone and calls and talks to another tech who comes over and presses computer keys and still can't get the damn thing working. My tech told me she was going to another room and see if she could pull up the horizontal shots on another computer because she didn't want to have to shoot them over again if she didn't have to... thank you very much, I'm thinking.

She was able to get the first two on the other computer and only had to redo the first oblique so that saved a squash or two, and she got the second oblique without another problem. She let me go and I was dressed and outta there as quick as I could go.

They were working on the first machine as I walked by the first room I was in, trying to figure out what had happened to it. I decided against stopping in and telling them that it was probably caused by....
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my MAGNETIC PERSONALITY !!!

Thank you very much!!!

Oh, yes, I must add that I have been told by women with bodacious ta-tas that I'm lucky. If you have mongo mams they have to squash 'em harder than mine because of the density of their breasts. You have my deepest sympathies.

8 comments:

Nola said...

Lol...boy how I can relate to this....except I have the bloody mangos!! I swear I was waiting for my nipple to shoot off and hit the opposite wall last time!!! No matter what the size it is always a bit traumatic I think!:)

Twisted Fencepost said...

"Magnetic personality"-FUNNY!!!
You are a hoot!
Well, I have never had it done. Oh, don't smack me. I just keep hearing all these awful stories and I keep putting it off.
Must go have boobetts slammed. AHHH!!!

Laura ~Peach~ said...

My poor boobies thought they were being ripped from my chest wall... they are not big but they are not itty either... but they sure did not appreciate the treatment in the smooshing machine... they were much happier with the sonogram (I had a lump) turned out to be nothing thank GOd but still the mashing was just RUDE!

Lisa said...

Ok, I guess you all are a bunch of big sissy's (or little depending on size!). I do not mind having a mamogram at all. I HATE having the pap and don't go do that one. I would rather be squished than...prodded. Glad you got er done!

kim-d said...

Here, representin' the bodacious ta-tas (I'd say it's cause I'm fat but I had 'em when I was skinny, too). I personally think it's harder on people who are smaller, because I've never had any problems getting my mamms grammed. Sure do hate that pap, though.

Deb said...

Be thankful for your itty bitties. A biggy boobie is often bigger than the field of view on one image so....they have to take images in sections which doubles the times each booby gets slammed. Add itty bitties to the list of things to be thankful for at Thanksgiving!

GingerJar said...

I've always had the itty bitty titties too. My brother told me one time that mine were "smaller than a board with knot-holes"...I tried to kill him! Anyway, last time I had mine squished in the machine they actually had this nice little form thing they put in there that was warm! The squishing still hurt like hell...and I figure I'm good for the next 5 years....I got the spot ultrasound at the same time. So my thinking is....by the time I do it again they will be saggy downy things and will be pretty easy to pitch up onto that pexiglass plate. LOL

Tipper said...

So now I have a reason to be glad I'm so small in the chest department?! You have made me laugh out loud today-which is always good!