I have just returned from having the dreaded annual mammogram (glad to say, all clear). The indignity of it all, never mind how incredibly uncomfortable it is, it still never ceases to amaze me, I mean if "they" were meant to look like pancakes, surely this is how "they" would have been made. Surely a more effective way of scanning them can be found rather than squeezing "them" with what looks like a plastic Tupperware box to the point the you think "they" are going to burst and then, just for good measure they squeeze just a little more. Then they have the audacity to tell you to hold your breath, who on earth can breath normally when "they" are squished flat, and passing out seems like a good option at that moment. Thank goodness it is something we only need to go through once a year.
Till next time,
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