'the only one that loves me is my parakeet' or, the big squeeze

i had my first mammogram this afternoon and after all the pissing and moaning i've heard from people about this procedure i wasn't sure exactly what to expect. my reaction after having had one: eh, that's it? sure, i wouldn't want to be felt up by a middle-aged woman and an impersonal hunk of plastic and steel every day or anything, but it wasn't really that bad. while it was ever-so-slightly uncomfortable, it certainly wasn't painful (and i didn't even squirt milk anywhere). granted, i have almost no sensation in my breasts due to the radiation i received during cancer treatment (boo!) but still... it was more like getting my blood pressure taken than having a semi-truck run over my floppidy boobers.

no results yet obviously but the lady let me look at the pictures and they were actually really cool looking. i think i'm gonna have one framed. ;D (and no, that isn't MY boob up there.)

public service announcement: most women should begin having yearly mamms at 40. but if you have a history breast cancer in your family your doctor will likely recommend them earlier. just think, that means that most of you will have at least 15 fewer mammograms in your life than i will. not so bad huh?