Yearly mammogram this morning.
Mammogram Breasts ___ ___
For years and years they told me, be careful of your breasts don’t ever
squeeze or bruise them. & Give them monthly tests. So I heeded all
their warnings, & protected them by law. Guarded them very
carefully, & I always wore my bra. After 30 years of astute care,
my gyno said let’s get a Mammogram. "O.K.," I said, "Let’s do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said, (She got my boob in line), "And
tell me when it hurts," she said. "Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal I could not believe my eyes! A plastic plate
came slamming down, my knockers in a vice, my skin was stretched and
mangled, from underneath my chin. My poor boob was being squashed, To
Swedish Pancake thin. Excruciating pain I felt, within its vice-like
grip. A prisoner in this vicious thing, my poor defenseless tit! "Take
a deep breath" she said to me, who does she think she's kidding? My
chest is mashed in her machine, and woozy I am getting. "There, that's
good," I heard her say (The room was slowly swaying.) "Now, let's have a go at the other one." Have
mercy, I was praying. It squeezed me from both up and down; it squeezed
me from the side. I'll bet SHE'S never had this done to HER tender
little hide. Next time they make me do this, I will request a
blindfold. I have no wish to see again; my knockers getting steam
rolled. If I had no problem when I came in, I surely have one now. If
there had been a cyst in there, it would have gone "ker-pow!"
This
machine was created by a man, of this, I have no doubt I'd like to
stick his balls in there, and see how THEY come out.
Smile!
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