Yes, it was time to get the ol' boobies smashed again. I went in for my annual mammogram, which I haven't had done in about 4 or 5 years. You'd think I'd be more diligent about that, what with my mother having had breast cancer, but I've said it before and I'll say it again.
My phone issues run deep.
Once I got there, the actual mammo didn't take but about 5 minutes. They have new computerized thing where the pictures show up right there on the screen. The tech used to have to run down the hall and develop the film to make sure they were good before you could leave. Now she can check them in an instant, right there in the same room.
She even let me see mine. How cool is that?
My day started off with a bit of a jolt. See, Jesse has decided he likes my bedroom, so I let him sleep in there with me. Rylea and Squeaky don't even get that privilege. Anyway, along about 5 AM, Jesse heard Rylea moving in the kitchen and started barking.
I like to came out that bed. It really got my heart going, I'll tell you. But now, I'm kind of nervous about letting him sleep in there with me tonight. You know, the once bitten twice shy kind of thing.
Well, he'll learn. I just hope he doesn't give me a heart attack first.
P.S. One of these days, I'm going to get around to telling you how Jesse got his name.