" "So......that's the silver lining?" I ask dubiuosly.
"Don't think of things in terms of the cloud," Mum whispers back.
"The sky is much larger than any cloud." "
from The Bones of Avignon, by Jefferson Bass
"I know money can't buy happiness, but damn, it sure can open doors to places that make me smile."
"The price of inaction is far greater than the cost of making a mistake."
As you all know, yesterday was mammogram day for me.
The screening clinic has been moved to a new location and has a new name, "The Rose Clinic".
A form was sent through the mail with boxes to tick off, plus instructions to not wear deodorant, perfume or talcum powder, and a small card with a map showing the new location.
I found it without any trouble, but the woman who entered just before me was telling the receptionist all the trouble she had and how she'd had to ask directions twice.
Anyway....I was shown into the disrobing room, a much larger room than the previous clinic, with a much larger mirror. I stripped off various layers and saw myself in all my near-naked glory.
And there they were.
Every single doughnut I'd ever eaten, hanging around my waist and smirking at me. Every spoonful of ice cream I'd enjoyed for the last three years, was jiggling and saying, "oh pshaw! we were worth it, right?"
Hmm. I'm not so sure. Now.
This isn't your regular spare tyre I'm carrying here, it's one of those really large eighteen wheeler tyres.
And below the waist?
The rest of the tyres!
Holy Hannah, I'm going to have to give up doughnuts.
Or walk/run 15 miles a day.
The actual boob-squishing went well.
There's a new machine and I didn't feel the "Chinese burn" pulling of the chest skin that I'd been dreading. Still had the steam roller pain of the squashing, but it was fast. Ish.
You'll be pleased to know the girls sprang back to their former
I redressed and went on with my day.
I did decide not to treat myself with my usual hot chocolate and doughnut, the memory of that flabby flubber was too fresh.
Of course by the time I got home the memory had receded a little so after I'd washed my sticky armpits and applied antiperspirant deodorant, it was hot coffee and ginger cake for afternoon tea.
Because I'd skipped lunch. (*~*)
That's a good enough reason! Isn't it?