Boob Smash: The Sequel

Last week, I got a call-back letter from my mammogram. One of the films wasn't clear enough. Of course, they didn't tell me that in the letter which scared the crap out of me! Anyway, I went back for a second boob-smash, but just on the left side. I swear, the Torture Technician had me on my tip-toes one time! After four massive squishes, a doctor behind several closed doors looked at the films and saw no problems. He sent Ms. Torture Tech back to tell me all was well and see you next year. I scooped my left boob off my kneecap, tucked it in my bra and pulled all of my layers back on.

I had told Will I would give him a call when I was headed home. Here's how the conversation went...

Me: Hey Sweetie, I'm headed home.

Will: Okay, where you been?

Me: I had a boob-smash appointment.

Will: silence...more silence...

Me: Will? Anymore questions?

Will: Rick, Mom wants to talk to you!

Rick: Will says to ask you where you've been.

Me: I had my boob smashed.

Rick: Aw! I just woke up.

Tonight, I asked Will to tell Tony where I had been today. Will left the room. I can't wait to have my next pap smear so I can torture him with the details of that!