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Not Many Milestones After You Hit 12 Months Old

30 October 2008

Thanks to all of you for your kind comments about the accident. They definitely made me feel cared for and loved.

Today my morning will begin with a doctor’s visit — not related to the accident, mind you. This was scheduled beforehand. A visit one knows about for years before it actually gets scheduled. There’s lots of oral storytelling focused on this visit, most of it of the horror variety. I’m sure it will be OK, because of the legions of women who have gone before me, soliders into the breach whose pain and sacrifice have made doctors more aware of the potential callousness of their interactions with patients, and machines designed with better and gentler accuracy.

I’ll see you on the other side. A bit more squished and squooshed, perhaps, but all in one piece.

9 Comments leave one →
  1. 30 October 2008 7:54 am

    Good for you for not letting this slide. I haven’t been squished yet myself, but I know many people who have–some of whom put it off for longer than they should have because they were nervous about it.

    I hope you treat yourself to something nice after your appointment. Maybe some post-squishing chocolate or another yummy thing?

  2. Peaceable Imperatrix permalink*
    30 October 2008 8:07 am

    yes, indeed! I’ll be heading over to my fav coffeeshop for a hot drink, and some reading, knitting, or perhaps some chatting with a friend!

  3. 30 October 2008 9:28 am

    I’m geting squished and squooshed next week. WEll done.

  4. 30 October 2008 12:26 pm

    I had this done recently due to something that turned out to be nothing, and while it’s not something I want to do every day, it was not nearly as awful as everything I had heard had led me to believe. I hope you have a similar experience.

  5. 30 October 2008 4:02 pm

    Uh oh. Mine are definitely of the horror variety. Haven’t been back for one of those since, and that was quite a while ago. I absolutely refuse until better technology is invented.

  6. 30 October 2008 6:15 pm

    Gentler? I wouldn’t say it is any gentler now than when I started at 40. The machines are a little different, but I still get bruised.

    That said, it’s just a chore to be done. I mean, it’s not like a colonoscopy or anything.

  7. Peaceable Imperatrix permalink*
    31 October 2008 8:10 am

    My experience was closer to Cate’s than to the Kathys’. I couldn’t stop giggling! First there was the warning to remove deodorant with the proffered “mammo wipes” — like the aluminum would ruin the photos, or that an oversized lens wipe would do the job of removing said deodorant? Then there was the cape: a piece of fabric with one snap at the neck, so the technician could fling one side or the other over your shoulder. (In the end, both ends were flapped over my shoulder at the same time, so I looked like Porno Girl ready to take to the air.) (Imagine that and don’t laugh!) Then there was the kneading and manipulation of me to get each photo perfect. Then there was the sing-song, “Hold your breath!” followed by a moment of mechanical beeping, ending with a repeated “You can breathe now!” For each and every photo.

    And lastly, instead of taking the straight on and side shot for each side, the technician and I did a little dance: Right front. Manipulate, manipulate. Hold your breath! Twist! and …. Left front. Manipulate, manipulate. Sway and tilt (flap that cloak!), back to right for side. Manipulate, push and prod, manipulate … keep the rhythm, keep the rhythm! … Sway and tilt, left side! Aaaaaaaand, cut!

    And there was no excruciating squooshing. I didn’t feel much at all. Except for the giggles.

  8. 31 October 2008 11:42 am

    Imperatrix, when I was getting my photos taken, one of the “regulars” had taken the front wings of her cape, crossed in front and tied securely in back so she was completely covered and could travel about freely. I actually encounted her in the public waiting area attired thusly.

    You might try it on your next trip! 🙂 Glad your experience was non-traumatic.

  9. 1 November 2008 8:34 am

    I haven’t been squished in a couple of years now. Don’t want to! Good for you, though. Last visit was so horrendous, that I’m taking a sabbatical. (and hoping my daughters don’t notice and start hounding me!)

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