Once a year my company offers free mammograms to its female employees. The "boob" mobile shows up and most of the gals march into the glamorous RV to have our privates squeezed like pancakes. That's not the worst - for me. At least every other year, they give me the additional "jolly" of having the sh%$ scarred out of me with a phone call relaying they saw a spot that needs more views. Well, today was the day for the phone call. I already made the appointment to have the scans done on Friday afternoon, so I can at least get out of the office a few hours early. (One small benefit, but it doesn't take much to make me happy!) What's really annoying is that it's the same spot on the right every time. Well, this will be the 4th go-around for the right boob. Better to be on the cautious side, eh? The good thing about the follow-up scans is that the radiologist reads them right away and you know before you even leave the building if there's a problem or not.
So, if you gals want to hold my hands over the internet, I won't mind. In fact, it will be comforting. "BG" is not too comforting when this happens. What man is?
I think I'll be spending a lot of time in the sewing room the next few days.