Last week, I went in for a yearly mammogram. Good times, I know.
I'm no fan of having my boobs squished [if you are, I'm not judging, I mean, everyone's got their own thing, right?], but I AM a fan of preventative care. Especially with my need to live FOREVER. How else will I control the world, if not through sheer longevity? Isn't that how vampires do it? Or Republicans? OH MY GOD! Are Republicans VAMPIRES? Dick Cheney has no heartbeat - it's true, isn't it? They're Mormons and vampire - watch out! It's Mitt Romney!
Where was I? Oh, right:
A few years ago, during my first mammogram, a tiny little lump was found.
It was biopsied and benign [greatest word EVER in the history of language]. I cannot tell you my relief. I also cannot explain to you the anxiety I had while waiting for the results. I'm a dweller. I'm also an ignorer. It's a crapshoot as to which is holding sway over my mental faculties at the moment. I can go along, just thinking tra la la la [or, more like it, "LOSE yourself in the MOMENT you better NEVER LET IT GO remember it's ONE SHOT --" You know where I'm going with this, right?
|Is he thinking of dirty things he wants us to do? Yes. Yes, he is. From here.|
But, most important, it reminds me that I should do whatever I can to take care of myself, and I need all of YOU to take care of yourselves, because you make my days brighter. Always. [As in forever, NOT as in the maxi pad.]