Welcome To Mammogram City

I have no idea how long it has been since I have been here. A couple of years? I guess. Try eleven, the nurse tells me. She is wearing little pink mounds on her scrubs; cute! Is that bad? It’s not good, the nurse says sternly. She squeezes me up into tiny plastic boxes. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Now hold your breath. BRRRR BRRRR BRRRR Okay, I will have to take a look at these before you can get dressed. I don't care; I get dressed anyway. I am one of "those". She comes back in and shakes her head. You need to come back every other year, she tells me in a bit of a huff. I was glad she said that. I put it into my memory bank. Intending to take it out in ten years or so.