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Today I got to do my annual diagnostic mammo/ultrasound/MRI. Due to my history I alternate MRI's every other year. So, I scheduled it for today. They told me I had to schedule an ultrasound just because. Okay. Whatever.

I arrive early and get the mammo done. I normally don't think they're anything that obnoxious, but I tell ya, it felt like the proverbial garage door was sitting on my left one this time.

Then the radiologist suggested I go get the MRI and if necessary they'd do the ultrasound. Mammo looked fine. No changes. So I head over to the MRI place and get the IV thingie installed and wait around and watch DIY TV and saw a really cool table they built for some godawful apartment. And a redo of a Scottish couple's basement den. And watched a poor woman still high on anesthetic who had been pulled from her colonoscopy due to an anomaly in the exam?!?! and she had to immediately go do the barium CAT scan thing.

So, I wait some more.

Finally, I'm in the tube, with my earplugs, coughdrop to keep me occupied and preparing to deep breathe.

I can identify most of the sounds now. They vary from Fight! Yup! Fight! Yup! to bad rap music to NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW to EPI EPI EPI EPI EPI. The longest was 8 minutes. Out of a total of about 40 minutes. I tend to do a mantra sort of thing to keep myself still (you're on your stomach with your boobs hanging in two slots and your hands above your head. It's quite entrancing.

When it was almost over the tech, in that tinny long and faraway voice that you can't hear through the headphones said, "Are you falling sleep? Did you clear your throat or swallow? You need to be really still now since I have to redo this one. There seemed to be motion on the last one." Well, okay. Bitch, I'm breathing and my heart is beating and I'm trying not to fart in your general direction. Yeah, I gotchur motion, that series was atonal and annoying. Surprise. So, I stay still, as I had been, and she has to do it again. I was very close to just squeezing the bulb and telling her to finish it up already.

So we finish and she had to run over to the radiologist, big inconvenience, to give him the immediate results, which looked fine and he'll call if anything untoward appears and we can reschedule an ultrasound if necessary (there's been atypical lobular hyperplasia on the right side in the past-the other boob-I know, TMI). Per his statements.

She seemed a bit put out about the fact that the doc was actually accommodating the patient.

All in all a most obnoxious afternoon and it always leaves a big red mark on my forehead.

Therefore, boobs suck.

Beebs52 wrote:
Therefore, boobs suck.

I beg to differ.

But seriously, I'm glad you're alright.

Beebs52 wrote:Therefore, boobs suck.

And here I'd had it backwards all these years.

clem21 wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:
Therefore, boobs suck.

I beg to differ.

But seriously, I'm glad you're alright.

Clem!!1

You go to your room right this instant, young man.

WheresFanny wrote:

clem21 wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:
Therefore, boobs suck.

I beg to differ.

But seriously, I'm glad you're alright.

Clem!!1

You go to your room right this instant, young man.

Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am.

clem21 wrote:

WheresFanny wrote:

clem21 wrote: I beg to differ.

But seriously, I'm glad you're alright.

Clem!!1

You go to your room right this instant, young man.

Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am.

Not so fast.

Put down the boobs, back away slowly and nobody needs to get hurt.

WheresFanny wrote:

clem21 wrote:

WheresFanny wrote: Clem!!1

You go to your room right this instant, young man.

Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am.

Not so fast.

Put down the boobs, back away slowly and nobody needs to get hurt.

Hey!
So what is this you're allowed to make jokes and I'm not. Is it because I'm a guy? Is it because I'm black??
I call Sexism on you Ms. Fanny!!!
And the only reason I'm not calling racism is 'cuz I'm not black but if I were I'd call that too.
Hmmph!

clem21 wrote:Hey!
So what is this you're allowed to make jokes and I'm not. Is it because I'm a guy? Is it because I'm black??
I call Sexism on you Ms. Fanny!!!
And the only reason I'm not calling racism is 'cuz I'm not black but if I were I'd call that too.
Hmmph!

Go ahead, foe me! I dare you!

Is it racism if I'm black?

PS I never make jokes. You can ask anybody.

WheresFanny wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:Therefore, boobs suck.

And here I'd had it backwards all these years.

Oh yeah?

Well I laughed at this, ergo it must be a joke!!!

That's right I said ergo, you'd best watch out because I'm clearly emptying my arsenal on this one.

clem21 wrote:

WheresFanny wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:Therefore, boobs suck.

And here I'd had it backwards all these years.

Oh yeah?

Well I laughed at this, ergo it must be a joke!!!

That's right I said ergo, you'd best watch out because I'm clearly emptying my arsenal on this one.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!

Oh wait, you said arseNAL.

That's different.

Oh my. It's heartwarming, it is! I've got sexism and racism and reverse sucking of the boobs--well, Clem, my hub would probably ascribe to your statement, whatever--and ergos! and arsenals!

It makes me snort with glee and restores my faith in true intellectual discourse, it does. I'm sure glee-snorting is anti-something, so bring it on. Bring it on, I tell you! Fight! Yup!

Beebs52 wrote:. I'm sure glue-snorting is anti-something, so bring it on. Bring it on, I tell you! Fight! Yup!

Beebs!
Snorting foreign products at your age (25, 26 I'm sure) Shame on you.
Even I know better than that.

And I'm not just blowing smoke out of my arsenal...

(Full disclaimer: There's a small chance I may have altered a quote and yes, I'm extremely glad I've managed to develop a thread with an extremely childish sense of humor. Now if only I could find my old whoopee cushion...)

clem21 wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:. I'm sure glue-snorting is anti-something, so bring it on. Bring it on, I tell you! Fight! Yup!

Beebs!
Snorting foreign products at your age (25, 26 I'm sure) Shame on you.
Even I know better than that.

And I'm not just blowing smoke out of my arsenal...

(Full disclaimer: There's a small chance I may have altered a quote and yes, I'm extremely glad I've managed to develop a thread with an extremely childish sense of humor. Now if only I could find my old whoopee cushion...)

I only snort domestic, thank you very much. And I'm at least 28.

I'm sure your arsenal is a veritable smokestack...

Develop a thread with...childish...humor...WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY? You think we're adults here?

Beebs52 wrote:Today I got to do my annual diagnostic mammo/ultrasound/MRI. Due to my history I alternate MRI's every other year. So, I scheduled it for today. They told me I had to schedule an ultrasound just because. Okay. Whatever.

I arrive early and get the mammo done. I normally don't think they're anything that obnoxious, but I tell ya, it felt like the proverbial garage door was sitting on my left one this time.

Then the radiologist suggested I go get the MRI and if necessary they'd do the ultrasound. Mammo looked fine. No changes. So I head over to the MRI place and get the IV thingie installed and wait around and watch DIY TV and saw a really cool table they built for some godawful apartment. And a redo of a Scottish couple's basement den. And watched a poor woman still high on anesthetic who had been pulled from her colonoscopy due to an anomaly in the exam?!?! and she had to immediately go do the barium CAT scan thing.

So, I wait some more.

Finally, I'm in the tube, with my earplugs, coughdrop to keep me occupied and preparing to deep breathe.

I can identify most of the sounds now. They vary from Fight! Yup! Fight! Yup! to bad rap music to NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW to EPI EPI EPI EPI EPI. The longest was 8 minutes. Out of a total of about 40 minutes. I tend to do a mantra sort of thing to keep myself still (you're on your stomach with your boobs hanging in two slots and your hands above your head. It's quite entrancing.

When it was almost over the tech, in that tinny long and faraway voice that you can't hear through the headphones said, "Are you falling sleep? Did you clear your throat or swallow? You need to be really still now since I have to redo this one. There seemed to be motion on the last one." Well, okay. Bitch, I'm breathing and my heart is beating and I'm trying not to fart in your general direction. Yeah, I gotchur motion, that series was atonal and annoying. Surprise. So, I stay still, as I had been, and she has to do it again. I was very close to just squeezing the bulb and telling her to finish it up already.

So we finish and she had to run over to the radiologist, big inconvenience, to give him the immediate results, which looked fine and he'll call if anything untoward appears and we can reschedule an ultrasound if necessary (there's been atypical lobular hyperplasia on the right side in the past-the other boob-I know, TMI). Per his statements.

She seemed a bit put out about the fact that the doc was actually accommodating the patient.

All in all a most obnoxious afternoon and it always leaves a big red mark on my forehead.

Therefore, boobs suck.

I've been there - believe it or not.

Bob Juch wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:Today I got to do my annual diagnostic mammo/ultrasound/MRI. Due to my history I alternate MRI's every other year. So, I scheduled it for today. They told me I had to schedule an ultrasound just because. Okay. Whatever.

I arrive early and get the mammo done. I normally don't think they're anything that obnoxious, but I tell ya, it felt like the proverbial garage door was sitting on my left one this time.

Then the radiologist suggested I go get the MRI and if necessary they'd do the ultrasound. Mammo looked fine. No changes. So I head over to the MRI place and get the IV thingie installed and wait around and watch DIY TV and saw a really cool table they built for some godawful apartment. And a redo of a Scottish couple's basement den. And watched a poor woman still high on anesthetic who had been pulled from her colonoscopy due to an anomaly in the exam?!?! and she had to immediately go do the barium CAT scan thing.

So, I wait some more.

Finally, I'm in the tube, with my earplugs, coughdrop to keep me occupied and preparing to deep breathe.

I can identify most of the sounds now. They vary from Fight! Yup! Fight! Yup! to bad rap music to NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW to EPI EPI EPI EPI EPI. The longest was 8 minutes. Out of a total of about 40 minutes. I tend to do a mantra sort of thing to keep myself still (you're on your stomach with your boobs hanging in two slots and your hands above your head. It's quite entrancing.

When it was almost over the tech, in that tinny long and faraway voice that you can't hear through the headphones said, "Are you falling sleep? Did you clear your throat or swallow? You need to be really still now since I have to redo this one. There seemed to be motion on the last one." Well, okay. Bitch, I'm breathing and my heart is beating and I'm trying not to fart in your general direction. Yeah, I gotchur motion, that series was atonal and annoying. Surprise. So, I stay still, as I had been, and she has to do it again. I was very close to just squeezing the bulb and telling her to finish it up already.

So we finish and she had to run over to the radiologist, big inconvenience, to give him the immediate results, which looked fine and he'll call if anything untoward appears and we can reschedule an ultrasound if necessary (there's been atypical lobular hyperplasia on the right side in the past-the other boob-I know, TMI). Per his statements.

She seemed a bit put out about the fact that the doc was actually accommodating the patient.

All in all a most obnoxious afternoon and it always leaves a big red mark on my forehead.

Therefore, boobs suck.

I've been there - believe it or not.

I know that you've posted that before. People don't really realize that guys have this, too. Do you have regular follow ups?

Beebs52 wrote:

Bob Juch wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:Today I got to do my annual diagnostic mammo/ultrasound/MRI. Due to my history I alternate MRI's every other year. So, I scheduled it for today. They told me I had to schedule an ultrasound just because. Okay. Whatever.

I arrive early and get the mammo done. I normally don't think they're anything that obnoxious, but I tell ya, it felt like the proverbial garage door was sitting on my left one this time.

Then the radiologist suggested I go get the MRI and if necessary they'd do the ultrasound. Mammo looked fine. No changes. So I head over to the MRI place and get the IV thingie installed and wait around and watch DIY TV and saw a really cool table they built for some godawful apartment. And a redo of a Scottish couple's basement den. And watched a poor woman still high on anesthetic who had been pulled from her colonoscopy due to an anomaly in the exam?!?! and she had to immediately go do the barium CAT scan thing.

So, I wait some more.

Finally, I'm in the tube, with my earplugs, coughdrop to keep me occupied and preparing to deep breathe.

I can identify most of the sounds now. They vary from Fight! Yup! Fight! Yup! to bad rap music to NOWNOWNOWNOWNOW to EPI EPI EPI EPI EPI. The longest was 8 minutes. Out of a total of about 40 minutes. I tend to do a mantra sort of thing to keep myself still (you're on your stomach with your boobs hanging in two slots and your hands above your head. It's quite entrancing.

When it was almost over the tech, in that tinny long and faraway voice that you can't hear through the headphones said, "Are you falling sleep? Did you clear your throat or swallow? You need to be really still now since I have to redo this one. There seemed to be motion on the last one." Well, okay. Bitch, I'm breathing and my heart is beating and I'm trying not to fart in your general direction. Yeah, I gotchur motion, that series was atonal and annoying. Surprise. So, I stay still, as I had been, and she has to do it again. I was very close to just squeezing the bulb and telling her to finish it up already.

So we finish and she had to run over to the radiologist, big inconvenience, to give him the immediate results, which looked fine and he'll call if anything untoward appears and we can reschedule an ultrasound if necessary (there's been atypical lobular hyperplasia on the right side in the past-the other boob-I know, TMI). Per his statements.

She seemed a bit put out about the fact that the doc was actually accommodating the patient.

All in all a most obnoxious afternoon and it always leaves a big red mark on my forehead.

Therefore, boobs suck.

I've been there - believe it or not.

I know that you've posted that before. People don't really realize that guys have this, too. Do you have regular follow ups?

Yes, every two years.

Do you have the usual regimen of mammos/ultrasounds, etc?

Beebs52 wrote:Do you have the usual regimen of mammos/ultrasounds, etc?

No ultrasounds - there anyway.

Bob Juch wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:Do you have the usual regimen of mammos/ultrasounds, etc?

No ultrasounds - there anyway.

Oh, no. Surely not other stuff. We've been through other stuff, too. We like to synchronize. Heh.

kayrharris wrote:I thoroughly enjoyed the exchange between Fanny and Clem.
I saw a side of Clem I hadn't seen before. Now I can't wait to not be able to see
his show since we don't get the show here anymore!!!

Clem is a naughty, naughty boy. And Fanny is a naughty, naughty girl. And of course we're just innocent bystanders.

I don't even know when it's shown here anymore.