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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Conversations From Today

Boyfriend: Are you ok with going in today?

Me: Yeah, I'm ok.

Boyfriend: Really?

Me: Really, I'm fine. Truth be told, I feel more bloated than scared. Considering how I ate yesterday, they should probably just call this my hammogram.

Boyfriend: I'm embarassed for you even before you take your top off for strangers today. That's sad.


At 10:06 AM, Blogger muse said...

I feel for you (re the embarrassment bit). I've had a molar pregnancy, and I think the official count of various doctors who've had a look at (or shoved various instruments up) my "fun parts" is up to about, oh... (quick mental count) 9. So far. ;p

I'm starting to think that I should charge by the hour or something. LOL

Well, if it makes you feel any better, you'll (most likely) never ever see those people again, and they won't remember you!

Chin up, boob out, and best of luck for your test! May it all go swiftly (no waiting time) and bring you fabulously good results (i.e. you're in such super-duper health that you should be the next Wonder Woman). :)

At 10:07 AM, Blogger muse said...

Oops, no, I forgot 3 nurses. Make that 12. ;)

At 10:47 AM, Blogger Chris said...

Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm passing on all of my good vibes to you.


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