More results

Now that I'm further out from my transplant, I have to get back to all my yearly appointments.  Last Monday I had my appointment with the lower region doctor.  As every woman knows, it is the least liked appointment of all appointments.  Number one, the boobage gets severely smooshed between two plates and sometimes, for those of us who have a little extra love under the boobs, the tech has to push the fat out of the way.  Always makes me feel really sexy...not!  Then there is the complete lifting of the knockers up and on to the plate, because they are not the perky girls they once were and I know for sure that the poor tech's hands were covered with under the boob sweat. I mean, when your bazoombas look more like rice in a tube sock and hang almost to your waist, what do you expect?  Also, when I lay on my back and the jugs end up in my armpits, I wonder what is really sweating?  That's right, I have boob sweat and armpit sweat!  Oh my gosh, how humiliating!!  The humiliation continues as I continued to see the doctor.

First of all, I met with the nurse, who asked me to pee in a cup.  I don't know about anyone else, but I always pee before I leave the house and I'm not a pee on demand type of person.  This time I remembered not to pee ahead of time and it was a urination success!!  The nurse proceeded to weigh me and ask questions about my health since my last visit and my med list.  This is when the poor nurse got an earful.  Then I was brought to an exam room and told to take everything off with the gown opening in the back and a piece of paper to cover the punana region.  I don't know why, but I always hide my unders, when I disrobe.  I think it may be the whole cotton granny panty thing or the little balls from wear on my over the shoulder boulder holder.  Why am I shy about that when everything else is out in the open?  Yikes!!  Then the exam of the lower region took place and I couldn't get dressed fast enough after it's over.  There is a huge sense of relief when I'm out of there and back in my car.  Done for another year, but now I have to wait for results.  I feel like all I ever do is wait for results!!  A few days later there is a letter in the mail that my mammo was good!!!  Phew, another good report.  Next stops are a breathing test, colonoscopy and dermatologist, but they won't happen for a while.  I just want to get all this shit over and done with and get back to my life.  Every good test result is another step away from being sick! YAH!!!!

I'm not going to include any photos to this post, because that would just be gross!! Okay, I have to add a picture, because some weird ass thing showed up on Facebook! So strange!

Peace out Peeps 🐥