- My boobs
I had my first ever mammogram this morning. At nearly 40 it was time. I awoke this morning with a vague case of nerves. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I mean, I had an idea, but as far as the actual procedure, I was a little in the dark. I don’t want you to be in the dark so I’ll tell you how it went for me. Even though it’s about my boobs.
It was easy. I stripped from the waist up, washed my deodorant off with the provided MammogramWipe, donned my open faced surgical gown and stepped into the room where the action happened. In there was one of these:
Don’t be intimidated. It’s not that imposing.
I was asked to step up to the machine and put my right breast on the plate, lean forward, and sort of hug the machine with my right arm. Then she squished my boob from the top down. Remember ladies, your boob is more than the fun bits. It goes under your pits and above the swell.
I was then instructed to hold my other breast out of the way with my other hand. I stood still for about 10 seconds, the x-ray was taken, and then I was asked to “lift my breast up off the plate” and step back. So I did. The technician made sure she got the shot then rotated the machine to the side, asked me to step forward and put my boob back on the plate, hug the machine, pull my other boob out of the shot, and then stand very still while she squished my boob from the side like this :
–>] ( * ) [<–. Repeat with the left breast.
That was it. It wasn’t without minimal discomfort, but nothing you haven’t experienced squeezing between a pulled out chair and the wall, you know? In other words, don’t be a puss. Let your boob be squz. It might save your life.
I should have the results in 2 weeks. I can put it out of my head between now and then.