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POWER OUTAGE DURING A MAMMOGRAM
I actually kept my mammogram appointment. I was met with, "Hi! I'm Belinda!" This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, "All I need you to do is step into this room right hereee, strip to the waist, thennnn slip on this gown. Everything clearrrr?"
I'm thinking, "Belinda--try decaf. This ain't rocket science."
Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors.
Call me crazy, but I suspect a man invented this machine. It takes a perfectly healthy cup size of 36-B to a size 38-LONG in less than 60 seconds. Also, girls aren't made of sugar and spice and everything nice it's Spandex. We can be stretched, pulled and twisted over a cold 4-inch piece of square glass and still pop back into shape.
With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, "Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?"
Fine, I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off?
My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other boob wedged between those two 4" pieces of square glass) when we heard, ssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzz then I felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off! "What?" I yelled.
"Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag." Belinda headed for the door.
"Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone, are you?" I shouted.
Belinda kept going and said, "Oh, you fussy puppy .. the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights. I'll be righttttt backkkk."
Before I could shout "NOOOO!" she disappeared. And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life and the other part smashed between glass! After exchanging polite "Hi, how's it going" type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.
Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible. "Uh, yes, yes I did thanks."
"You bet, take care" Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store.
Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin and making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said. "Oh I am soooo sorry! The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?"
And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps........
"Do or do not. There is no try." -- Yoda
Richard, what a heartfelt and caring thread! I just discovered that Pam's and your mom both have passed on. I am so very sorry! (((HUGS)))
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Thank you, Richard, for this excellent advice that cannot be given too often!!!!!
I can vouch first-hand for the value of regular checkups. Thanks to keeping to them, a malignant breast lump was detected before it had started to spread. I had a mastectomy and needed no further treatment.
This was in 1985. Since then, I've continued as before with a physical twice a year, a mammogram every year, and regular self-exams. And going on 24 years later I'm doing just fine!
So ladies.. when it's squish time, just grin and bear it... Sure, it's uncomfortable but nowhere near so much as, say, chemotherapy is!
As for after I'm gone.. I made a will arranging for my pets to be cared for for the rest of their lives, and then what's left of my estate goes to Best Friends Animal Society and a couple of other organizations doing the kind of good work I want to support.
Last edited by phesina; 12-05-2008 at 08:07 PM.
Hey Richard, that is the best advize ever!! I wish my hubby was more like you, because he never goes to a doctor unless he has no other choise
Since my BIL died so suddenly last week, I have begged him to go for a general control tests; but no use;he is 52, and in my opinion this is the perfect time for this!!
I am being a"good girl" though![]()
I miss you enormously Sydney, Maya, Inka & ZazouBe happy there at the Rainbow Bridge
I am checking up on all of you!
I was watching Lance Armstrong racing in Australia (He's coming to do the Tour of California next month and it ends up the street from my house!) and I got very sad.
The announcers were saying that since he announced his retirement the last time that 23 MILLION people have died of cancer.
That made me very sad and for the first time I wondered how things would be different for my family had my mom simply gone for more tests.
Since then, my sister is under going treatment for Breast cancer and my niece was in the hospital for what they thought was an ovarian cyst but turned out to be a twisted intestine!
I was never more happy to hear about someones pain not being related to cancer.
So get off your rear ends and GO GET A CHECKUP!
I don't have the funds to got to each of your homes and kick your arses to make you go do it, so I have to rely on humiliating you!
Thanks again!
I'm bumping this as a reminder. I keep it in the back of my mind quite often, but as of yet haven't done it myself.
My next door neighbor and dear friend was diagnosed today with stage IV ovarian cancer, it has spread to her lungs. She has had no symptoms indicating this, and we are all in shock. Her sister-in-law and daughter finally made her go to the doctor last week because she was having difficulty breathing after she tried walking next door to her son's house. They found one of her lungs was half full of fluid. Last Friday they drained 3 cups out of her lung and did a CT scan. They called her Tuesday to tell her that the fluid showed she had cancer. Yesterday she had more CT scans of different areas of her body. A tumor was found on her ovary, and sadly as I mentioned it has spread to her lungs. They are getting another opinion and looking into the options she has right now, but it does not sound good at all.
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