I had my annual mammogram today.  Again, due to the efFexor, I didn’t lay around for days, curled into a fetal position, counting the minutes until my appointment.  I arrived about 15 minutes before my scheduled time as opposed to an hour ahead of time. I conversed normally with the technician instead of my previous non-stop babbling to ward off evil spirits. I didn’t stare into the technician’s eyes as she walked me down the hallway to try to read whether she had seen something on the film that she wasn’t telling me.

The office called around 2:00 to tell me the results were normal.

Now,  I  just have to get through my yearly gynecological exam on Friday.


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“"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.'” William Butler Yeats
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One Response to Squish-o-Gram

  1. I guess I’m lucky. None of that stuff fazes me in the least. Wish I could lend you a healthy doze of Zen!

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