I had my first mammogram on Friday, as part of my pre-IVF protocol. Although it felt as though the the mammographer was trying to actually pull my boobs off of my chest, it wasn't as painful as I anticipated it to be.
Of course, I anticipated it to be incredibly painful and, in actuality, it only really hurt. The more startling part was the conversation I was having with the mammographer.
"So how has your day been?" she asked as she grapped my breast and put in on a plate.
"Ok. I didn't get hardly any work done," I told her. She laughed at my little joke and then proceeded to squash my breast flat giving as many turns on machine's knobs until my skin was translucent.
Or maybe she laughed maniacally, and then squashed my boob flat.
It doesn't matter. It's over and it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.
*Oh, and if you don't know the reference in the title, check this out. Even stranger, the mammographer fully knew about the blog and this particular entry.