Today I finally decided to give in and have a mammogram. I know it’s not that big a deal, but I have heard such horror stories. I’m 50 so I figured it was about time. It really wasn’t as awful as I had heard. I little squishing this way… a lot of squishing that way and voila your done!
I called my hubby and told him that I was done. He asked questions and I told him that they just took a few pictures and that was it. There was a moment of silence on the phone then… “Wait a minute, you won’t let me take pictures of them, but the doctor gets them. I see how it is!”
What do you do with a guy like this? He makes me laugh! Guess I’ll have to keep him.
(P.S. My apologies to my mother-in-law if she reads this! LOL!)