My friend Lori is scheduled for a mammogram this month.
For those of you who have not experienced the joy and magic of the mammogram, let me enlighten you. They stick your boob between two metal plates and squish it until it's as flat as a pancake. Flatter than you EVER thought it could get. And then you hold that position for what seems like FOREVER while they take a photograph.
It's not comfortable. But it's very necessary. And it saves lives (get one, ladies).
When Lori mentioned her appointment to her 21-year-old coworker, the girl's eyes got wide and, in a very grave voice, she asked Do your boobs go back to their original shape after it's done???
Bless her heart.
I told Lori she needed to fuck with her and tell her that there are special bras you have to wear for the rest of your life after your first mammogram.
Alas, Lori is a nicer person than I am, and she wouldn't do it.
Sigh.
Woulda been funny.
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