Mammogram = pulling skin from my ass
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Today I went for a mammogram, one of my many “self imposed rules” regarding preventative health, the “Take care of the girls and the girls will take care of you,” rule that will never change. Jan had to pull skin from my ass to have flesh to squish and evaluate. “Lean into the glass plate,” she says. “I am,” I squeaked, not breathing.
Prevention = me, Jan, 2 glass plates, “the girls” and my “self imposed rules.
