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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Do your boobs hang low....

Remember that song? That's how mine felt after my mammogram this afternoon. How many have had to endure this torture machine?

I had to have two pictures made of each side because "there is a wrinkle at the bottom"! I told the nurse that was called 'old age'! I also told her they were flat enough without her squeezing them anymore!

I would love to live long enough to see this......

It wouldn't last long, would it? Or it might if men thought it would help with the length!!! Oh, did I just say that??
Schedule your mammogram if you haven't already.
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5 comments:

LV said...

Love, love this. I just had one the first of the year. I hate them. They have a hard time finding enough and then they push,squeeze and hurt the bones. I am not getting anymore at my age.

hooksandyarns said...

I hate mammograms. Imagine having small boobs and having stretching and pulling before the flattening. It's horrible.

MamaLezlie said...

The really awful thing is that they can do it with a sonogram even more effectively and much less painfully. But they don't because it costs more. Grrr!!!

Keetha Broyles said...

I'm another mamo hater. They park that semi truck on your boob then tell you to hold your breath and not move. I'm passing out and HANGING by a nipple and they tell me not to move!

I have said for YEARS that if ONE man had to submit to a semi parked on his manhood, someone would invent a new machine pronto.

LOL about the song - - - I THOUGHT it was "Do your EARS hang low" but I like boobs better.

Do you boobs hang low,
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
Like a Continental Soldier?
Do your BOOBS hang low???"

Paulette said...

Oh, how funny! And thanks for the reminder. I'm overdue for mine. The tech always mashes the plates down tight with her dial and then asks me "Are you okay?" I say yes, and then what does she do? Gives the dial another twist! Grrr...