I had my annual mammogram today. I left the house an entire thirty minutes earlier than I usually do because I never know what downtown Nashville traffic will be like. As I have come to expect, there was the usual road construction and lane closures and policemen stopping traffic, and bumper to bumper automobiles, so I needed every bit of that extra time.
I saw the usual downtown scene that has become a given. People walking around in cowboy boots and cowboy hats. I smiled. My sister and I laugh because apparently there’s a whole lot of tourists who think all Nashvillians wear these items (we don’t) and so when they come to Nashville, they think it’s some sort of requisite to don cowboy hats and boots.
The funny thing, is that I don’t know anyone who lives here that wears them. I’ve lived here about 58 years and I’ve never even owned (or worn) a pair of cowboy boots or a cowboy hat. But my sister and I say let the tourists have their fun and anyway, it’s kinda cute.
The mammography center I’m going to started doing 3-D mammograms last year. This year they had me fill out a form which gave me the option of getting the old 2-D mammogram or 3-D. The 2-D is fully covered by insurance. I was told the 3-D is still being “explored” by insurance companies and so is not covered at this time. I chose the 3-D mammogram like last year, because I was told they’re better at cancer detection and result in less unnecessary call-backs. That was good enough for me. This year, I had to pay $40 though for the 3-D. Whatever.
The mammogram went fine and I was in and out in 15 minutes once I was called to the back. For you men readers who may not know this about mammograms, they tell us women not to wear any deodorant, lotion, or powders to a mammogram appointment. Apparently, there are teeny tiny metallic particles in these products that can confuse the radiologists when they read mammograms. I made the mistake only one time of wearing deodorant (because I sweat like a pig when I’m nervous and didn’t want to be all stinky when I arrived). I had planned to wipe it off in the dressing area prior to my mammogram. When the grumpy technician found out I had purposefully applied deodorant that morning, you would have thought I’d slapped her grandmother or something the way she carried on so. She chided me up one side and down another and shoved the baby wipes my way. I never made that mistake again.
I’ve gone to this mammography center for many years and they always have a box of baby wipes in the dressing rooms and always a can of Secret® Deodorant aerosol spray.
Last year, they didn’t have either so today I brought my own. This year, they had baby wipes but no deodorant. But after my mammogram today, the technician asked me if I needed any deodorant, that she could get me some if I needed it. I told her no, I’d brought my own. Apparently, women steal the deodorant now, so they can no longer keep it in the dressing rooms. Really? Steal deodorant? You’ve got to be kidding me. I came home and told hubby that it seems some people will steal anything if it’s not nailed down. And it’s a crying shame.
It’s like the time many years ago when I noticed my favorite Meat n’ three had stopped putting Splenda packets on their tables.
The waitress told me customers kept stealing them and it was getting too expensive for the restaurant, so they had to start keeping it in the back. I looked at hubby and said I couldn’t believe that people would actually steal Splenda. That’s sad. Come on, people.
Then not long after that, hubby and I went to a Chick-fil-A for lunch. As we sat at a table enjoying our grilled chicken sandwiches, we witnessed a woman who walked in and proceeded to empty the artificial sweetener bin into her purse. She grabbed handful after handful after handful of the packets and dumped them all into her purse. And then she did the same thing with the condiments. Then she waltzed right out the door like it was nothing. I sat there with my mouth agape not believing what I had just seen. And I’m sure to her, she was just getting “freebies.” No, lady, it’s called stealing.
Well, this post had no point really. Just some of my thoughts from the day. Hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll have something more exciting to write about. But for now, I’m glad to have that mammogram out of the way…. at least for another year anyway.
Ladies, here’s how I always feel after a mammogram… how about you? 🙂