ANOTHER TRUE STORY!!
The first mammogram is the worst. Especially when the machine catches on
fire. That's what happened to me. The technician, Gail, positioned me
exactly as she wanted me (think a really complicated game of Twister -
right hand on the blue, left shoulder on the yellow, right breast as far
away as humanly possible from the rest of your body). Then she clamped
the machine down so tight, I think my breast actually turned inside out.
I'm pretty sure Victoria's Secret doesn't have a bra for that.
Suddenly there was a loud popping noise. I looked down at my right
breast to make sure it hadn't exploded. Nope, it was still flat as a pancake
and still attached to my body.
"Oh no!" Gail said loudly. These are perhaps, the words you least want to
hear from any health professional. Suddenly, she came flying past me,
her lab coat whipping behind her, on her way out the door. She yelled
over her shoulder, "The machine's on fire, I'm going to get help!"
OK, I was wrong, 'The machine's on fire,' are the worst words you
can hear from a health professional. Especially if you're all alone and
semi-permanently attached to a machine and don't know if it's the
machine in question. I struggled for a few seconds trying to get free,
but even Houdini couldn't have escaped.
I decided to go to plan B: yelling at the top of my lung (the one that was
still
working). I hadn't seen anything on fire, so my panic hadn't quite
reached epic proportions. But then I started to smell smoke coming from
behind the partition. "This is ridiculous," I thought. I can't die like
this. What would they put in my obituary? Cause of death: breast
entrapment?
I may have inhaled some fumes because I started to hallucinate.
An imaginary fireman rushed in with a fire hose and a hatchet.
"Howdy, ma'am," he said. "What's happened here?" he asked,
averting his eyes.
"My breasts were too hot for the machine," I quipped, as my
imaginary fireman ran out of the room again. "This is gonna take
the Jaws of Life!"
In reality, Gail returned with a fire extinguisher and put out the fire.
She gave me a big smile and released me from the machine.
"Sorry! That's the first time that's ever happened. Why don't you
take a few minutes to relax before we finish up?"
I think that's what she said. I was running across the parking lot in
my backless paper gown at the time. After I'd relaxed for a few years,
I figured I might go back. But I was bringing my own fire extinguisher.

Always up for a challenge - especially now that I've begun packing to leave Plateauville...
Glad to hear of DD passing marks. She's so blessed to have the support she does from you, her cousin and was it an aunt now too? 
to everyone! Since it's Wednesday I need to get scootin' on my billing (normally done on Monday) and get the week (and myself) settled.
I'm having my first mammogram this summer and that's not what I need to hear!
...just doesn't make sense, does it?