This morning I had a 7:30 GYN exam. Yes, call me crazy but I prefer having that taken care of first thing in the morning. I figure if someone else is willing to start their day doing the exam, I can certainly start my day that way too. I got a referral to have a mammogram though. I’m moving into that stage of life where I have to do stuff I really don’t like. Having the girls slammed in between two pieces of glass is one of those things. I had to promise that I’d go at some point this year.
So, between having the annual exam and getting the referral to the mashing office, I decided that a blueberry muffin would make things all the better. I walked down to one of the local coffee shops and was greeted with the words “Good Morning, cafe?” For you see, the brothers who own the coffee shop are Italian. I opted for the big cup and the muffin. After the man poured my coffee, he went over to one of the tables to resume his conversation with the regulars. He lit up a long cigarette and wished me a good day. As I was leaving the dark little shop, I felt like I was somewhere else.
By the way, the coffee and muffin were delicious.
Mammograms aren’t as bad as the anticipation of them. I have had a couple of them. I think I am at the age where I have to get them every year.
OK, I’ve had one and it was horrible. I’m not looking forward to the next one. I can think of nothing worse than sticking a girl in the vice and then being told to “hug” the machine that is pinching one of my breasts.
See it didn’t hurt me that much. It’s all relative pain…like 5 minutes of breast pinch is better than 15 hours of labor…
I have heard it’s worse for “small” breasted women. I’ll let you know the difference if I ever become one of those.
Well, my eyes were watering the whole time, but I wasn’t wimpering. There was a whine or two though. Maybe I’m small breasted – all I can say is if a man had to do this every year from 40 on, you can be darn sure that the HMOs would cover the non-ivasive test, MRI or whatever it is, the one that had too many false positives to make it “economical” (yeah well maybe, but it doesn’t hurt!)
You only need a vasecotmy once, ’tis true. But there the dreded groping & squeezing of the testicles, checking for testicular cancer test. I’ve only done that once, and it wasn’t very much fun. probably should have it done again some day. And then there’s the annual prostate check: I’d rather put Mr. Happy in a vice than have a well lubrictaed hand up the sphicnter. Shall I go on?