Wheew!

So I had to get a mammogram today. I get a little freaked out by routine medical procedures, but the extreme professional, compassionate courtesy extended to me by the outpatient radiology clinic at our local hospital was so reassuring that I was able to get through it. The procedure itself is a little undignified and uncomfortable, but the worst part was hanging out in Schroedinger's Cat Box, waiting for the radiologist to look over the films.

And let me tell you, ladies, there is noting like the feeling of being told that you don't have cancer.