A Squish In Time...

Just got back from the annual 'squish in a dish', otherwise known as a mammogram. Since the beginning of the year, I've been doing the doctor thing, trying to be sure I am in complete physical readiness for the summer rock & roll circuit, weekend yard sales and party time on the deck.

So far, so good. In January, I wrote about the trip to the gynecologist in a blog titled "Keeping In Shape: It's More Than Flat Abs."  If you haven't read that, well it was an interesting doctor visit to say the least.

Anyway, today's appointment went well. The girls are in good health, though it always feels they are placed on a scale, like in a butcher shop. Definitely more than a literal pound of flesh, if you ask me. Another test out of the way.

I never quite understood the resistance by so many women about having a mammo.  The technology has come a long way, and if it's uncomfortable for 10 seconds...suck it up.  To me the weirdest thing is having full conversations with the woman who is pinching and prodding each girl into position. I'd love to have the technician I had today, in my home when I'm mixing up the ground meat for meatballs...good hands on her.

So, my thoughts for today are just do it. For less than a minute of feeling like you're a hamburger patty, you get a year of breathing easy.

I'll get squished for that any day.

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Keeping In Shape: It's More Than Flat Abs

We all know what going to the gynecologist entails.  Basically a bit of pressing, a little pushing and a lot of probing...all in a position that would normally take place...well, while you are having a lot more fun.

I've only had two gyn's in my life.  My first was a wonderful, gentle man who, while he examined you, would speak in a very soft voice.  Not a good-looking man (always glad about that), I never really knew much about his life.  But he would always ask about mine.  And tell me what I should do to make the part of it he was involved in ...well more enjoyable.  And here I thought I was doing just fine.

He passed away a few years ago and I now go to a female gyn.  While I was a little weirded out at first, it really is a much more comfortable situation.  She is outgoing, younger and a think she might actually enjoy having sex.

As I arrived for my appointment yesterday, I had no real concerns over my health.  All the moving parts seem to be functioning correctly and I feel better than I have in a long time.  So when the Dr. said I was in really good shape for my age, I smiled as I was looking at the ceiling.  Then I looked at her and realized she was speaking not about my overall body...but actually one specific area....yeah...there.  Who knew it could get out of shape?  And does getting out of shape there mean too much use...or too little?  I probably should have asked, but I was kind of stunned at that moment.

As I got dressed, I was still thinking about her comment...but sure as hell felt pretty good about myself.  So ladies, apparently there is more to taking care of yourself...than meets the eye.  

Use it or lose it?  You decide.