I have to interrupt today’s wonderful writing to drive to the city for a mammogram. This is just like stopping in the middle of a delicious bowl of macaroni and cheese to brush my teeth with cow dung. And yes, I know it is good for me. (The mammogram, not the cow dung.) That’s why I am doing it, even though I am whining about it.
I’m sure, fifteen years from now, some medical study will show that cow dung is indeed good for people.
Practice for a mammogram: lie down in a parking lot and let someone run over your boobs. Someone told me that and I laughed a lot. I hope you get the newer not so much pressure mammogram.
never a fun thing.
I read your entry to my wife and we both laughed out loud. Thanks, Laurie!
Wait. Brushing teeth with cow dung ISN’T good for you? Oh, Sh**.
On a roll
Hope the mammogram went well-tests can be a little nerve-wracking! But I can sympathize with the frustration. It’s never fun to be interrupted when you’re on a roll. 🙂
Loved your mammogram tweets, Laurie!
Loved your mammogram tweets, Laurie!