Some hospitals offer an incentive, like a limo ride for your trip to your mammogram. Not my hospital. I rolled up classy in the Nugget Wagon with my entourage. Frick was still dressed in her pajamas and bathrobe and refused to have her picture taken. Sometimes, you pick the battles, and pjs and robe were fine, just GET IN THE CAR.
If you know me, you know that I can be very quiet. Unless, I'm nervous. Then I chitter-chatter non-stop, asking dumb questions and saying ignorant, rambling things. I must have been more nervous than I realized. Before I know it, I had broken the ice with the tech, and I was taking pictures of my first boob smashing. I'm not really sure there is ice to break because you can't help but talk to the person manhandling your girls onto a cold plate.
|The boobie trap.|
|Miss Photogenic, right side. (Impressive, isn't it?)|
|Peaceful scene to focus on.|
|What we need to focus on.|
(Is he tall? I hope not. I really prefer shortness.)
Have you had your mammogram, yet? I don't have a limo, but I will roll you up in the Nugget Wagon if you want to schedule an appointment.