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Ten years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Insufficient mammary at this time.

That pun in honor of my friend Alison, who was frogged recently. (Froggings will continue until morale improves?)

Today I have my mammogram. And my well-woman. And lunch with BestFriend. [Lorelai gets her turn at the car doc this afternoon.] I have my list of questions printed off to ask the doctor, and a copy of my advance directive. Because we know how deadly a mammogram can be. (I do realize that the online pre-registration form is intended for major surgery, every bit as much as the technically non-invasive slamming of The Girls into a vise that is a mammogram, which is why the form asks if one has an advance directive, and then says to bring a copy. I just find it amusing.)

If there is sufficient time, I may get to squeeze in a trip to a local yarn shop that carries those stiletto needles. I have not yet visited her shop, and she’s been open for a little over a year. In my defense, I only found out that she has a brick-and-mortar shop about six weeks ago. Oh drat, I just checked online. She’s not open on Mondays. I see from the manufacturer’s website that the needles are also sold at another local shop owned by a woman to whom we refer as She Who Must Not Be Named. No thanks.

I need to be out the door in half an hour, to be at the Grand Inquisitor’s mammography unit in an hour. Lunch will not get here one moment too soon.

2 comments:

AlisonH said...

Good luck! (Mine's next week--that skin cancer got me moving.)

Bonnie said...

I'm really excited that the Harry Potter party lingo is spilling over into the other areas of your life. Keep it up!