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21 May Yesterday was my third try to get my mammogram, and...it worked! I was going to try to spin out the suspense for a bit longer, but decided against it. Since last time I found out the way to get there by bus, I managed beautifully without a smidge of problems, I had my complete films with me along with the report, and it was a gorgeous day. Exactly the kind of day you want to spend hanging out, waiting for the bus to go get you tits mashed. Okay, maybe not the mashing part, but the bus part, definitely. I got there early, and ended up being seen early as well. The tech who was so irritated at me last time for not having the complete films or the report was nice as pie this time. She made a point of calling my insurance company, since I was having my follow-up so late I might as well just have my yearly, and they would squish both boobs. So I had to wash the deodorant from my pits (apparently it appears on the films as little dots that look similar to the little dots that you don't want to see on your mammogram), then there was squish squish mash, then re-squishing one so that they could get a better then I gathered my films and went home. Hopefully they will find that the red flags that went up around the last mammogram was the nothing that they were pretty sure that it was. I have no doubt, myself. The last thing I have any inclination to be worried about is breast cancer, but Lord knows that anything can happen to anybody.
The 9p show sold out last night. Sold out! Seriously! This is not what you expect outside of Mainstage and required viewing shows. I made a pile of money, because I get a percentage of the box, and it was very welcome.
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