What are the odds!
I find myself plagued by one of my deepest fears realised.
A lump.
So off to the hospital it is, for a mammogram, which by all definitions is an uncomfortable experience. Checked and cleared off all C-charges, my sigh of relief follows more along the lines of the gale that huffed and puffed the little piggies' house down.
"Nothing more than a pulled muscle".
Now to investigate how the hell I could have pulled a muscle in my breast!
But that comes later.
First I have to get over the fact that the first dude to get past second base with me was a doctor whose name I cant remember and whose face I wish i didn't.
first glad to know you're all right
ReplyDeletesecondly I know the breast thing would be not to fall into the booby trap of stupid puns about a sensitive topic, but you know what a boob I am
keep well Malang
and ghordope once in a while, keeps the muscles in tone (sorry sorry heh)