It was everywhere
from the neck to the ribs and from the armpits to the sternum. The only way to
get it off was to run home for a shower, where the damn stuff proved as hard to
get off as any lube. Water based? Like hell. Ewwwwww! Just ewwww! L
The mammogram wasn't too bad. Right up until she came back
with what looked suspiciously like one of those things that you poke vegetables
down into a food processor with. With a professional
smile and not a note of regret she said now this might hurt a little. The
breast was clamped under the damn thing until one was saying ow! Actually it
was the third ow and it was louder than the last two. That's it she said
cheerily and as she was about to walk away, and was conveniently out of range,
she gave the damn thing another spin for luck.
Dear gods one suspects they are right...
If you find a job you like you never work a day...
You go on to become a personal trainer or someone in the
medical field.
No wonder those guys always seem so damn cheery L
2 comments:
Oh they are bad, bad, bad, people.
I was poked and prodded in terrible ways yesterday, and I can say with complete sincerity, that some people are far to gleeful about what they do.
Hope your results come back good!
Yes it is the note of complete glee in their voices... it's there right under the fake empathy :(
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