I rather enjoyed certain parts of this year’s mammogram experience. Not the squishing, of course. Per the squishing, this year the right breast registered no pain but the left breast was a big old baby.
What I like is the positioning. The technician moves and molds me as if I were posing for a graceful sculpture of Liberty Receiving a Mammogram. “Dip your left shoulder … move your right heel back … lift your chin and turn to face me … drape your right arm here over the machine.”
And then I hold my breath while they take a photo. If it weren’t for the squishing I could see paying for it.
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That is hilarious. One session of modeling school, courtesy of mammograms…
KC – it felt like ballet class more than modeling school. Like a gentle episode of Dance Moms.