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One of the many joys of turning 40 is the expectation that you'll start seeing medical professionals more often than anyone except your spouse, possibly even more often than you see your best friend. I'd prefer not to do that until I'm in my 60's or 70's, but in capitulation to the general expectation, I bit the bullet and scheduled my first mammogram for this morning.
I've heard a lot of people complain about the squishing. Maybe it helps that I nursed for two years and I'm used to my boobies being tugged and taunted, but it really wasn't that bad. All that pressure helped me confirm something I've suspected for a while -- despite 7 months since weaning Maggie, I'm still lactating a little bit. For some reason I just think that's wonderfully cool.
Next up -- the dreaded colonoscopy. Somehow I don't expect my report after coming home from that one to be nearly as positive.
I've heard a lot of people complain about the squishing. Maybe it helps that I nursed for two years and I'm used to my boobies being tugged and taunted, but it really wasn't that bad. All that pressure helped me confirm something I've suspected for a while -- despite 7 months since weaning Maggie, I'm still lactating a little bit. For some reason I just think that's wonderfully cool.
Next up -- the dreaded colonoscopy. Somehow I don't expect my report after coming home from that one to be nearly as positive.
