Kim, you are no longer allowed to make fun of my advanced maternal age.  Kind of like, you can’t really make fun of a stupid person for being stupid.  It hits too close to home.  I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat, wondering what has prompted this ban.  I had my first mammogram this afternoon.  I’ve been dodging it for a couple of years, but the doctor caught up with me. 

I guess I’m finally an adult.  Hand me my Geritol, dearie.

The actual exam wasn’t that bad. Not nearly as painful as I thought it would be, just uncomfortable.  I had a bigger problem with standing partially naked in a room with a stranger, while she moves body parts around like you’re a mannequin.  It’s all very awkward as she grabs a breast, stretches it out (and I mean S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S), then smashes it between two plastic plates.  Thankfully, it didn’t take very long, only about 15 minutes.  Talk about standing too close to someone.  Get away from me!

Only two years until my next one.  I can’t wait!