Phone Call

My sister just called to tell me two things. I’ll be a repeat aunt again by mid-June (actually she told me a pretty specific time period but, pahlese, we must be vague on this here site). And, she mentioned she needs to go out for sister night and could it be soon. So, we’re going out on Monday night. And, they are adopting so there’s a possibility of adult beverages. We’ll see how it goes.

As it turns out I’m having a mammogram on Monday so I’ll be good and ready to go out as well. I’m also taking all of Monday off because, frankly, after sticking the girls into the vise they call an x-ray machine, I need some recovery time. This will be the second mammogram I’ve had and I’m not looking forward to it one bit. This one is supposed to be my baseline. The other one was to identify a cyst years ago.

Which has a funny story naturally. I had a cyst. I went to the surgeon to have it suctioned out. As the needle was in I asked the doctor if he ever had to fill up two of the collection tubes and he said sometimes. Then he promptly started filling up the second collection tube out of my cyst. I laughed and so did he and the nurse. Leave it to me to ask the dumbest question at just the right time.