Collecting stickers.

Again, today was busy. I was at the Hospital by 8:30am to get ready for the MRI. I read and read and read, and read. I was ready, but they weren't. Apparently there was a soul who needed a little reassurance and some hand holding had to happen for that particular individual. I knew I was in good hands...

I laid in quite an awkward position for 1 hour and was told not to move. With all the noise, quite music in the headphones, and freezing cold air, I still managed to fall asleep and twitch myself awake a few times. Then I would instantly worry about if I twitched too much and they would have to do it over again. They didn't, they images apparently turned out pretty good.

After finishing up there I raced home and had some soup that my Momma made me and had a 30 minute power nap. I was completely exhausted and really needed it. When I woke up, I put on my face (as I wasn't allowed for the MRI, not even deodorant, hairspray or anything) and ran out the door for my Mammogram.

WOW! That was fun! Something that I have obviously never experienced before. First of all I went into the room and spoke with the nurse or technician. She was really sweet. Then I took my shirts off in front of her. That felt a bit odd, usually you change somewhere else into a gown and then throw caution to the wind. Not this appt! LOL While I was trying to casually talk to her she was peeling little stickers off of a sheet. A moment later they were placed on my nickles and I was ready to go.

I LOVED collecting stickers when I was a child. We used to spend hours trading them, counting them, organizing them, and buying them. These stickers are unique however. They have a bebe on the end of them so they know where your nipple is for measurement purposes, as it is hard to tell that with how the tissue shows up. Neat, I felt like a chubby Vegas show girl, who was half hanging out. (The sticker doesn't cover EVERYTHING!)

Then I was introduced to the pancake maker... It was almost like a.... I don't know what, torturous device... Not that bad actually. But it did hurt when they squished my boob with the tumor. It is still sore. But I did come out of the whole experience virtually unscathed, with a little less dignity and a few more people to add to who has seen my boobings so far. That at least made me smile. :)