Friday, October 17, 2008

the crappy spa

One day this week, I sat in a room full of other women. Many of us were wearing matching robes, reading magazines, and drinking tea. It was very similar to my visits to Burke Williams … except… we weren’t waiting in the quiet room for someone to call us for our massage or facial. We were waiting for our mammograms. Otherwise known to me as a b@@b panini.
It was my first time, so I was a little nervous, but the thought of it being a low-grade spa kept my mind entertained. It wasn’t bad, and not painful… uncomfortable, but not painful.
I needed to stick around for additional tests after the initial mammogram, but I was finally told that there was “nothing of concern”.

1 comment:

Guard Wife said...

Man. It's amazing how parallel our lives are sometimes. I had my b@@bs squozen on the 17th too! What a coincidence. :)

They are supposedly going to send me a letter to let me know what's what. Hope all is well with the ladies...kinda fond of them.